Day 4 - afternoon

Day 4 is a bitch. The void is back. Far from having changed my habits I keep thinking 'Right, time to pop out for a quick fag.' Worse, I can't remember any of the reasons not to smoke. I mean I CAN if I try, but my resolve feels like a worn piece of rubber and if I stretch it any thinner it will burst.

I imagine smoking and my lungs sigh in ecstasy. Give us the lovely soft curly smoke. Fill us up and save us from this gloom.

Stupid lungs.