It was not the last cigarette I ever smoked. But it was the last time that I thought a cigarette would make me feel better. I smoked to relieve the craving, but it only made me sick. I was craving something that was no longer available to me.
There's a blog that I used to read regularly, at first because I enjoyed it, but even when the blogger and I started to disagree I kept reading, and eventually it became spite-reading. I was just reading so I could be glad that I wasn't like that. And I said as much to a friend who advised me to stop, no really, just stop. And I did. Today, I went back. And it made me mad, as it is wont to do. And I have a whole list of reasons why it's wrong. And they are reasons why it is always wrong, and I am done.