butthead

I began experimenting with cigarettes at the early age. I was ignorant then.
I picked up another stick in high school. I was a teenager, invincible.
My list of friends grew, and so did my excuse to smoke.
Together, with my friends, we pollute the world with laughter and smoke.

The warnings on cigarette labels are not enough to stop my addiction and I didn't realize those years had passed by.

I quit smoking in 2002, and it was all purely mental.

Six months passed before I finally gave in to the urge for another puff,
I sought relief from stress after work. I quickly went back, and puffed merrily away for one year, I quit. And, guess what, It’s been 5 months since.

I feel loads better than I surely would have had I kept on smoking, and I have no plans of going down that road again–but let me tell you the urge never quite leaves me - i dream about smoking and wake up with a secret guilt, and sometimes i'’ll crane my neck for a smoke.