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I smoked again today. In a way it is kind of hard to believe. I am not regretting it or anything, but it just seems so weird. I know that people care about me when they tell me that I shouldn't smoke, but some go too far. I am glad that they care about me, and I feel as though I am letting them down sometimes. I appreciate their concern, and I am grateful to have such great friends in my life. Other friends tell me that its my life/my choice and all that good stuff, which I think is the point. It was good, but I am glad that it is not something that I feel I NEED anymore. It got pretty bad for awhile there...