I've coughed one too many times. Felt bad for far too long. I've had it with cigarettes. It's time I butt out for the last time. I can probably just stop on my own. I mean my Father did, Mary did. How hard can it be? I've told all my friends and family that this will be the week I quit. I guess there's no turning back now. Four more days. Four more days. I didn't think it would come this quickly. What if I can't do this? What if I fail? I've told everyone. I've gotta be strong. Think positive. I bought my last pack of cigarettes today. Cause there's only two more days to go. After tomorrow, I won't be smoking anymore. It feels good when I say it. Tomorrow's the big day. Tomorrow I'll be an ex-smoker. Man. I won't kid myself, I'm getting a little nervous. That's it, I quit! I'm done with cigarettes. Day two. I'm okay. I'm handling this. Man... It doesn't take much to spark a craving. A cup of coffee, a break at work ... I'm four days into this and sometimes it's not as hard as I thought it would be. Forget what I said yesterday. Today was hard. I'm not budging. Not one bit. Call me Mr. Determined. The end of my first smoke-free week. And they said I couldn't do it. All I can think about is smoking. Just one cigarette. Man. I gotta get my mind on something else. Stopping on your own isn't all it's cracked up to be. The cravings are getting strong. I need to figure out how to deal with them. I remember Charlie said he used a plan to quit - I should ask him about that. I don't know if I can do this. I saw an ad about a smoker's helpline the other night during the hockey game. Maybe I'll look into it. Willpower wasn't enough... I started smoking again. Maybe I should see my doctor, I'm sure he can help me quit for good this time.