I quit. On this day, I’m letting go and dealing with my urges to sneak in nicotine into my already dark & evil lungs. Can I make it? Not sure. I was already a heavy smoker at the age of 12, quit when I got myself into high school and started smoking back again when I left school. And that was 9 years ago.

And it has been said to me, although together, there seems to be no future.

Can I really make it? My reason: it’s for me and it’s for her. I want to do this for her to make her feel a little bit happy, at least. Get well soon mom. And I’m living with the moment.