>>2728948I was about fourteen. After a couple of failed attempts, I finally had a successful drag and hated it. I coughed and choked so damn hard that my eyes watered and I wondered why anybody would want to willingly do this.
But peer pressure and all... I kept at it. Over time it got easier and I started to smoke once or twice every couple weeks or so.
I didn't get really hooked until life started to throw some bullshit at me. Back then I didn't really have a friend I could vent out on, and I was kept awfully busy and filled with stress. I wasn't able to get a whole lot of sleep, and it was pretty much "wake up, work, go home, sleep" day in and day out.
After I noticed that the very tip of my finger was slightly discolored I realized that I should stop. I haven't quit entirely yet, but I've cut back significantly since then. I'm hoping by this month I'll be done for good.
I don't particularly mind if a person wants to smoke or anything. I can't give them shit for it; if I did, I'd have to give people a hard time for doing any number of things like drinking or whatever, so I don't particularly care. But it's not for me anymore.
