Progress

I did well yesterday. But I guess it all depends on what you decide is progress. I did smoke. Twice. But, as I was leaving, I was presented the choice to grab some shit to take back to the house, or to opt to exercise my control. I chose the latter.

It’s 5 in the morning and I wish I had something to smoke. However, it’s rather strange because don’t regret not bringing a small stash. Part of me is happy I stuck to my guns. It’s there. It’s not like it’s going anywhere. Control, baby, control.

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