I’ve been smoking pot for days.Weeks. Choof, choof, choof, choof. I find a special occasion, whenever I need it, so I can go and get it... without guilt. I guess that's why I feel like I have to come up with a special occasion. The days are passing in a blur. Whoosh. All I’ve been doing is writing my journal and emailing people. My life. I think I need to get out there in the real world with real people.
I’m losing my motivation. Has anyone ever associated loss of motivation with pot smoking? I might be onto something. No, I could be.
It’s just after midnight.
Another day disappears.
When I close my eyes the room spins, just a little.
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