First 24 hours
of not being sad are successfully achieved. My teeth were so gritted together I will probably get lockjaw and die but…
Oh bloody hoorah for me. I’m proud of this. Self-pity shall not ever get me in its evil grip. Every time it starts I’ve been thinking about everyone’s 100 Good Things goals lists, and going through my own personal good things lists until it goes away.
Putting it off a little bit longer. Wonder if giving up smoking is like this?
