Terribly depressed, can't concentrate, pissed at the world, cravings seem worse now than week one, headaches won't stop, and I can't get motivated to do anything. I'm a fucking wreck. It's not just a quit; it's a war. That being said, confession time. I bought a can late last night. I brought it home, stared at it for an hour, and cried like a fucking baby. Temptation was tearing me apart. I don't know how, but I managed to not open it. That fucking can's been my best friend for over 30 years. An evil, manipulating, controlling, toxic friend that I have to kill. Took a midnight drive and tossed it, unopened, in a dumpster. I'm a complete mess, but I'm still here fighting.