Got paid today. Went to the store, bought nicotine patches. Discovered that nicotine patches turn me into a dizzy, shaky, pukey wreck.
Cold turkey it is.
About a year ago, I was chatting with Austin, the boyfriend I had through most of high school, and I asked him if he had fond memories of me. This is what he said:
We had some great times, some crazy times, and I think you’re a good person. And yeah, I focus on the good memories. Life’s better that way, I think. Those people that always say they have no regrets, bunch of people that lie to themselves, but damn they’re probably the happiest too.
I found this chat log yesterday, and it made me really happy. So I thought I’d share.