i am so moody. depressed one minute and happy the next...i am almost at one year... sometimes i smell cigarette smoke... sometimes it nauseates me sometimes it sends me into a fantasy of smoking one...
i just tell myself that it must be that one last brain cell which is addicted...
at 347 days i have less than 4 weeks to make it to my first year.... one last brain cell that needs replacing... like a splinter on the bottom of your foot.. like a catus needle sticking in you palm...like a small cavity that is sending a message to take care of it...
well little time brain cell ive dealt with the likes of you before... i guess ill just have to deal with you again...