Morning all. Today I celebrate the first day of week 2, but it's a hollow victory.
Yesterday i got told I'm no longer needed at work after friday. It wasn't really a shock, it's been pretty quiet here since New Year's, but it was unexpected. It didn't really sink in until I got home yesterday, and then the 'Just The One' thoughts started. You think to yourself that having a cigarette will make you feel better, that it will comfort you. Not likely. I've been good so far in suppressing those thoughts with 'what's the point?' (as in what's the point in smoking, it achieves nothing). And safe to say I've not cracked. But I do feel like sh!t.
I WILL NOT BREAK.