So here it is, 53 days of fairly easy quit... (except for the first few days)
But! For the last 3 days I've been hankerin a cigar or a cigarette or a fat cheek full!
I know what the trigger is, It's because my relationship is ending and it's a stressful time.
So I've been eating seeds until it feels like mike tongue is bleeding or throw in a little Jakes, and ride it out.
But it's starting to scare me a little!
The crave usually goes away! But it's been lingering. And it gets to to thinking.
What the fuck?
Who the fuck REALLY cares if I smoke, chew or do any other fucking thing!
Anyway...
I'm just pissed off and feeling like I needed to vent..