I’ve quit a few months ago and I miss it every day. I will never not want cigarettes. I don’t want to die horribly or become more disabled than I already am, but I do miss lighting up a cig. I used to smoke 5 packs a day. No joke. That’s about 100 cigs a day. I had to cut down cuz I started coughing up blood. Vaping sucked. No joy in that, no sting to let you know you’re alive. I feel like since I’ve quit, while I may not be an aggressive dick as much as I used to, I am wayyyyy more depressed than ever now that they’re not in my life anymore. Except when I smell them on the wind when someone else is smoking. It makes me jealous. I miss smoking. It feels like a breakup.