Not that I'm going to start some sort of bloody "Diary of a smoker who quit" thing but in the interests of truth and counteracting that nicorette "Sue's Diary" shite:
Day #10: I feel like crap since I quit, it sucks almightily, I'm coughing even though there's nothing to cough up and I know that my immune system isn't remotely used to the crappy little bugs flooding my lungs that previously were killed off by my lovely lovely carcogens. I'm not entirely sure I won't murder someone today, hopefully happenstance will arrange it so that its some chirpy anti-smoking health freak motherf*cker. Or Sue.
Quitting is the easiest thing I've ever done, I no longer smoke, it is the opposite of effort. I don't need support or encouragement, I am just terribly terribly angry.