It’s been three months and I just finished up this big project at work. I went out with all my co-workers and had a great time with them at Ale House. When we all finished paying our tabs, I walked outside and lit one up. I failed in my goal to stop smoking, the task proved too much for me to overcome. Even though I failed, I’m somehow not sad or ashamed that I couldn’t do it. Each drag takes me back to a place where I can just relax and not care. This feeling that I have is shared between my friends who have also failed at this nearly impossible goal and chose plan b.
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