Wow, it's been a week since my last cigarette. This sucks. I've quit before; I can do it again...hopefully forever this time. I really wanted one after my first glass of wine last night. But I thought to myself, "Who's stronger? Me or a pack of cigarettes?" When I was sixteen I never thought that I would have to ask myself such a silly question. I hated cigarettes. How did I come to love them and crave them? I don't remember. All I know is that I can't keep smoking them. I can't keep hurting myself.