Sad Fen Diaries, page 5: Today, I woke up knowing it was the end. I had planned it for sometime, but the other night, it was decided that today would be the day. It had gone on long enough. It was time. I enjoyed my last few moments, waited until the urge gained strength, and opened the package. Okay, I tried to open the package. I followed the instructions, but it didnt want to tear like it said it would. After several frustrating minutes, it finally gave way and allowed me to access the contents. I peeled off the backing and put the patch on my arm. The edges peeled up. I stuck them back down. The edges peeled up. I stuck them back down. The edges peeled up. I held them firm for 30-40 seconds and they stayed down for about the same amount of time before they peeled up again. I quit bothering. Then my arm started to itch. Not a mild itch. A ravenous, rip the skin to shreds if you wish for any semblance of satisfaction itch. I rubbed at the patch, but it was too thick to scratch through. I tried to ignore it. There is no ignoring that kind of torture. I removed the patch and folded it up. Now, my arm is burning where it was and still itching. I guess Ill have to find some other means to quit smoking. Or forget about it and accept that it is my lot in life to die of cancer.
Posted on: Mon, 17 Mar 2014 21:02:02 +0000
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