So, here I am. With absolutely nothing to write about.

Elroy is crying out that I should show my pain, the real pain.

I feel fine. Haven't smoked for 6 days. Even stopped with the gums.
My mind still aches for a cigarette but my fingers don't anymore.

For the first time since I stopped I find myself forgetting about it.
Every day before my main focus was cigarettes.
Yesterday and today I find myself thinking:

Hey, I haven't thought about smoking for 10 hours, cool!

This entry will be a short one because I want to write about special feelings and not everyday crap. But from now on, being a non-smoker is everyday crap for me.

Well, I will never be a non-smoker. But an ex-smoker.

Oh and I just realized. This is the price I pay for acting cool when I was a kid...
Not worth it...

gg