The shit just won't come out though the stomach is screaming under pressure, within a few hours the gums start itching, the chest feels heavy and the upper stomach begins to cramp. The head feels light, the world is slightly spinning and the mood oscillates between being ultra hyper and easily irritable.
I went 21 hours without a smoke just to experience something different in life. Or maybe just to experience something, anything.
The first smoke after such aforesaid time comes as a relief. Every square centimetre of the chest seems to be bursting in a hundred thousand gasps of orgasm. Life is good again.
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this made me smile, just after i set my own date for cessation.
'tis a sweet sweet curse, being a smoker ..
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