"what did you do this weekend?" -Brief Pause- Morning glories. but they had such little effect that i had to think hard to remember. i hate when weekend plans dont go as planned. And well, you can all guess what filled in the gaps of my schedule. Mary Jane is her name. She makes me feel alright. Today i realized that i have turned rationilization into an art form. I realized this when i was sitting in my first class stoned. Yesterday was supposed to be my last day, the night before that was also supposed to be my last...and well all last week i kept trying to quit. I have no drive to stop. I have no reason. There are moments when I think everything is about to explode, and my life will take a swift turn for the worst, and i think that if i notice this someone else must too. But no one ever says a thing. Maybe we are all preoccupied with our own demolision. STOP. where is my mind?