i was fully prepared for this whole process to be hard, but nobody ever told me that i would be close to losing my mind.
i have these little conversations in my head, not unlike the angels on both shoulders. on one hand i will validate a devilish reason to smoke while the other fights it and becomes the rational angelic side. its been a continuous fight within my head. at times i feel a little psychotic. i just figure that after a couple of days this will surpass and become easier.
until then, i am feeling like i need a straight-jacket. ugh.