Ha! You thought you'd tricked me. You thought you had me back within your grasp. "Go to the shop" you told me "and buy some smokes. You may as well, you'll cave eventually."
So I did. "Ten Malboro Lights please" (felt so weird asking this after almost seven weeks). I saw the look on my boyrfiend's face and felt immediately guilty.
"It's okay" you told me "He'll soon get used to it and won't give you that disappointed look for long."
Thought you had me, didn't you?
I wasn't concerned about the fact that I'd be right back to ten a day, and I had even planned how I would tell all the people that have been right behind me since the beginning. All that has mattered to me over the last couple of weeks, is when I will give in. When will I choose to make the switch back to "smoker"?
But you did not count upon the awesomeness of the one and only Gemma Lou! :eek:
*places Gemma on pedestal and hopes she doesn't fear heights*
This woman, once again, talked me down and didn't once tell me to get a grip of myself. She listened, agreed, disagreed, advised, comforted and a million other things within a few sentances. God, I must have bored the hell out of you!
You may not get the hint yet you b*****d, but you will eventually :cool:
P.s. The ciggies have been disposed of, just in case you were wondering.