Haven't not been high since Wednesday. Nothing bad has happened but my head feels like a bunch of strings tied in one big knot that I have no idea how to untie. I know I need help.
Restated, for emphasis : I know I need help.
It's a cliche--the first step to getting help is admitting that you need help--but it's worked for so many recovered addicts that I don't know if I can continue to let my pride prevent me from seeking legitimate help.
I look at the girl who's most important to me, and she's also the one with problems most similar to my own. Sometimes she's happy; other times, she's clearly down. She skips work on a regular basis because she finds the thought of being there unbearable. Honestly, I look at her and I don't think she's ever truly happy. In fact, I don't know that she has highs or lows. She's perpetually just. . . eh.
It's frustrating because I know I need to quit. It's plainly obvious that the one thing I haven't figured out is how I'm going to walk away. I don't know how to leave it behind, because it's always there and I've always liked smoking it and, honestly, the process of quitting is going to change my life. Slowly, it's already started.
ABOUT ME
- Greenthumb Green
- I'm twenty years old from a pretty city in Georgia and I have come to the conclusion that I am addicted to marijuana. This blog will tell you how I'm doing.
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