My second to last cigarette yesterday. The romance of smoking is gone for the most part, but damnit all if it’s not something to do. Anxiety release? Not really. Apparently, researchers found that what you think is stress relief isn’t; what’s perceived as stress relief is a placebo. Kind of like self-fulfilling prophecy shit.
No clear-cut dependency, but I think I should be careful. This shit kills. Damnit.