i used to smoke between a pack and a pack and a half of cigarettes per day. i loved it with every thought that i could think about it. it brought me an extreme amount of comfort in times of discomfort. it gave me a momentary escape from loneliness, boredom, and hunger. it was there for me the first thing in the morning and the last thing before bed. all of this worked very well for me until i realized that i was an addict. ------------------censored--------------------------------------censored--------------------------------censored--------------------after countless attempts, i finally overcame the three, six, and nine month hurdles, and i have stayed smoke free for eight years or so. i do miss the pleasurable parts about it sometimes... the ritual, the escape, the drug. i don't miss everything else about it. i do understand why people smoke... i also understand suicide. i just don't agree with either.
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