Today I quit (or attempted to quit) smoking. I roofed my lighter (it was a nice Zippo

) threw out my cigarettes and burnt my fake ID.
I realize now that there were a lot of complicated sort of emotional issues (more so a question of belonging - since I hadn't achieved a B average in Math and was forced to repeat it, I felt undeserving of a lot of my friends and as such have been a bit isolated) and I think that was a large part of the reason I started 5-6 months ago.
I keep thinking about all the family I've lost from it and that it's by no means any sort of escape from personal problems.
I don't really know why I'm telling you this but I feel sort of exhilarated in doing so. I understand the repercussions of smoking so if you're going to be preachy kindly get the **** out of my thread.
Just need a bit of support through this **** so bring hugs.