I once again failed to prove that smoking bud can be a social activity for me. I've tried and quit, tried and quit, numerous times. And once again over winter break, I've seen the whole circle start over again. I always seem to have the these great ideas when I'm high, but at the same time I know that they are eventually going to stop. I just seem to can't help but love the fanasy feeling the altered state has on reality. It makes me want to dream and have hope that this will just go right. Relapse sucks, especially when you can see it coming and you feel so helpless to its grip. I know I just need to stop this shit and get right.
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