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I tried to make an art piece but failed. I think I'm stuck because I've not left this apartment in weeks. I need things to change, to go somewhere. I imagine myself just driving off on roadtrips without telling anyone, but then I'm made a bit more rational by the fact that my car probably has some unaddressed mechanical issue that would stop me anyway.
I was reading things on the DEA site about marijuana and how it makes you lazy and stupid and boring, and while a case examination of myself might prove that I am indeed all three of those things, I've always had such qualities. When I was a very sober person I would procrastinate all the time. The fact that I am now insanely vegetative has more to do with my personality than my drug use.
I sometimes picture myself floating away weightlessly, with my arms crossed over my chest, through purple-red nebulas in space, and the silence is total.
It's 5AM now. I don't know how this happens every night. Actually, I'd surmise that it's by choice that I stay up this late. I'm just terrible at making choices. It's okay though. Whatever.
I wish I could just make my mind be quiet for a few hours. Oh, wait, that's called sleep.
Shit.
I was reading things on the DEA site about marijuana and how it makes you lazy and stupid and boring, and while a case examination of myself might prove that I am indeed all three of those things, I've always had such qualities. When I was a very sober person I would procrastinate all the time. The fact that I am now insanely vegetative has more to do with my personality than my drug use.
I sometimes picture myself floating away weightlessly, with my arms crossed over my chest, through purple-red nebulas in space, and the silence is total.
It's 5AM now. I don't know how this happens every night. Actually, I'd surmise that it's by choice that I stay up this late. I'm just terrible at making choices. It's okay though. Whatever.
I wish I could just make my mind be quiet for a few hours. Oh, wait, that's called sleep.
Shit.