Oh my now that's some kool-aid without the sugar! But cold hard facts!
It was inserted directly into my rectum and a firehouse proceeded to turn my insides into KTC Kool-Aid.
Thankfully, I've survived to have another day. That's what I say to myself every single day now too.
Some may say that I'm posting too much here recently, but I really don't care. I'm trying to make sure that the entire website knows my name. Why? Because if I cave one more time, thousands of people will be calling me and telling me to go to hell. I won't let that happen. So if I have the attention of every person on here, there's no way that I'll give again.
So I'm just aiming for ultimate success, but calmly doing it a day at a time.
Thanks for the harsh words and hate PMs folks. They helped me become not only a stronger quitter, but a stronger man.
I hope I never catch up to anyone's number of Quit Days, but I do hope that mine never stop growing.
Quit on.