feanix fucking cheering

Indeed.

So yeah.

Lent ends tomorrow (Easter Sunday) and I'm well stoked.

I haven't had a cigarette in 29 days, well, 30 tomorrow, and I actually don't think I've ever felt this great. I can breathe. I can run. Hell, I can race around a soccer field for 90 minutes. I'm just so cheering about this whole thing....

I've also decided these last 30 days have been the best ever. No smoking, got me a girl, body feels great, mind feels awesome....Shit's finally coming together and, hell, I'm happy.

The other thing that's really become more clear is the control I have over my emotions...Not to say that I don't feel, because that's crap, lol, but my emotions and reactions don't get the better of me any more. I never thought I'd see the day where I'd be in control of myself like this, but there you go.

Man, life is good. It's been a fucking mission to get to this point and there's naturally no guarantee that life will stay this way, but I'm here and I'm happy and I love it.

Can't wait to see her again.