I'm having that thing. You know, that thing where you suddenly realise you can't ever smoke again, not ever, and I'm feeling really depressed and bereft.
Not craving exactly. Just really, really want to smoke.
Agh, I feel so pathetic. I know rationally what I should be thinking/doing/how I should be getting past this, but I just feel too fed up to try.
How can something so utterly revolting have such appeal?