Last dance with mary jane one more time to kill the pain. I feel summer creeping in and i'm tired of this town again. man, could a song sum up my present self any better? That's insane. --- Things are shit still. I tried up'ing my dosage of pot since my last entry. I smoked lots of it. It helped for a while. Until I hit a gravity bong full of dro and had an anxiety attack. Thus being the first time I've ever recieved a negative feeling off the substance. It was scary and it sucked. Now, i'm kinda scared to take another hit of anything. So my one and only cure to shitty days failed me. What am I supposed to do? Try to go clean? Maybe that's my best bet to regaining happiness and goodness in my life. Maybe the things that I thought were doing that were just illusive. Sleep. Yes. That's my new, experimental cure. My dreams seem to be about a million times more interesting than my real life anyhow. --- I was reading my past entries. About two years ago. And I realized that so much has changed. Everyone (especially me) and ev everything. It's crazy. People have real problems now and stuff. What happened to the times when i could simply write summaries of the glory days on this diary?