I think there were lots of reasons that came to a head that led to me quitting.
My Father died very young from heart disease, and his Father too. Now I'm 26 I'm starting to think about these things. I want to have children one day - I've met the woman I want to have them with, of that I'm sure. I don't want my children to ask me why I stink of smoke, the same way I used to ask my Father. I don't want to die at 37 years old, and leave behind my children and the woman I love. I want that to last as long as possible. I want to take control of my own body, my own life. I don't want to be enslaved by those little white sticks anymore. I want to be able to, day after day, tell it that I've beaten it, and that it won't ever have me back again, no matter what.
PHEW. All done.