It is amazing how many angles the nic bitch works throughout a mans quit. I could handle the suffering, depression, cravings, physical pain, irritability.. But that cunt with a lowercased c almost just got me. She played me on my own vanity, I feel strong in my quit, and she saw an opening. She whispered in my ear "your strong enough to have just one. Cmon, you can use me like "normal" people can. Your such a quit stud, cmon, just one for old times? You can go back to being quit right after this one ciggarette."
No bitch, fuck you.
That is all.