October 9, 2024
I haven't smoked in one year, eight months, and seventeen days. It's not to say I don't think about it every once in a while, but, I like feeling better a bit too much to pick it back up now.
I got myself back out there. I'd been too scared for a while, too shut off and drawn in to share myself with others. But now, I like the way it feels too much to give it up.
I found myself with someone who loves me. Now that I love myself for all I am and all that I'm not, it feels like home to have two arms to fall into, and I could never let go now.
I've spent too many years feeling sorry for myself, for too many reasons to even count. But, I spent so much time giving time to things that couldn't be changed, that I can't imagine myself going back to that now.
I've grown too much to fit into old shoes. But I think I like my new ones better now.
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