When I started. I was young, always thought if was gross. People close to me did it, people never forces it on me, I just wanted to try it. The first was just one little bit, someone left it for a quick second and i tried it. Yuck! Never!
Highschool comes, I hate the smell, I don't like it, my friends do it, they look cool, they sound cool, I want to be cool.
I messed up. I was Coker without. I pay the price now, not as extravagantly as others, but I still feel the adverse affects. I hate it, I really do and ya I love it at the same time it brings my mind back to reality when it strays too far. I feel heartier when I do use it. But like I said I love it.
I find that having a reason to quit is the main thing. Like I said in a tip to excess in success once, I saw it in a movie; a man without hope or dreams is a dead man (paraphrasing). I always had hopes and dreams I just felt a lot of them were for nothing except for others and not that I don't care about giving to others I do, I just figured, screw it, I'm dedicating my life to others so I might as well do things I enjoy, that was one of them. I know it is classic me to quit when I have a significant other in my life and usually I stuck to it until things got bad starting look bad.
I have quit so many times and have learned to balance it in my life but I think at this point I'm finally ready, I found the push I needed the one I always thought I had but the one that had never been enough.
Here it is, the first thought of my last smoke.
Cheers!
Quitter
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