Day 12: A flashback

So I had a memory today on my way to church. I was remebering the first pack of cigarettes I ever bought. I was on my way to take the SAT's-I was early as usual-I felt like I had nothing to do to pass the time..(perhaps I should have crammed in some last minute math problems). Anyway-I went to the 7-11 and bought my first pack, Marlboro Lights. That was the spring of 1989. The first time I tried to quit was in the Fall of 1991...I didn't think it would be a big deal. Less then 48 hours into the quit I could be found sitting in the Union Station train terminal. I took the metro to Union Station, bought a pack of Marlboro lights sat down, chain smoked 4 and returned to campus pack in hand with failed quit attempt #1 under my belt. I would not even consider quitting again for 6 years. That story is for another day.
Present day: It has been 12 days. Everytime I think it is getting easier I am harshly reminded of what it mean to be ADDICTED. That being said I am growing more confident wiht each passing day. I am still apprehensive and so afraid of failure, but I think that is just the unhealthy side...I CAN ignore it.