As a smoker I can say that trying not to be lonely or trying to accept the loneliness takes more effort than trying to not smoke. Its an addiction, my fingers take me to people I want to talk to, but I cannot and it is tough to control.
Every day I feel as if its a new day, habit refuses to build, every day I wake up with the same fresh wound, with no healing at sight.
People say when going gets tough, tough gets going, and I am trying every single day, waiting for that day when I am over this addiction.
The only thing I can do is take it one day at a time.
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