I'm on my first full day of quitting. It's the morning and all I want is a cigarette. But I didn't cave. I have felt very confident with myself in my ability to quit. It's my fourth try. But the I realized, I will never get to smoke a cigarette again. And that makes me so sad. I love smoking, I love cigarettes. And the thought of never smoking one again is making me want to to run to the store and just have one more pack to smoke, which inevitably will lead to another and another and another.