It;s weird.. kind of feels part of my identity is being peeled away, this small pleasure of destruction has been cradling me since my mum died. It has formed part of who I am and it feels well fucking scary to be taking control against it. Who knows, maybe in October when I can legally buy my own tobacco - maybe I will take it up again. but for now, (taking it day by day) I am giving up/have given up. Let me make this clear - this is not a mark of conformity, or falling under the power or control of anyone (eg My dad, my sister, my friends who don't approve)... You have not won. You will never win!