Why do I quit? Recently I noticed I crave people and h crave my own space too, as in I want to be around people but I am an addict, so while I am around people, I can’t stop thinking about my shit. Then I decide I need to get my space, but cause I am broke I barely got one so I share a space and sneak around like a psych to get my shit. I am mad at myself that all the money I smoked can get me a place. And I really really want to be a good wife and mom. Today I realized if I don’t stop I will be danger to my kids.