I can't do it, but I will do it

It's only been eleven days. It feels like years. It feels like I lost something I really needed. How crazy is this? I know I've quit smoking and I made a vow that it's forever -- I'm never ever going to have another cigarette. Ever. Not one. But I keep feeling like if I just wait a little longer, it'll be okay to have a smoke. The urge, the drive, the god awful NEED, is really almost too much. I'm whining. But other quitters will understand.

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