I feel pretty good today, I feel sick of weed. I haven't had many bad trips, but when bad trips are over theres usually a silver lineing to them that almost might make them better than the dull, lifeless trips I've been having latley. Mostly just this weekend actually. That's not enough to make me completly sick or repulsed by weed. But when my parents said weed is a "gateway drug" because I won't get the same feeling I want out of it anymore, I didn't think that'd happen. I'm not saying that's happening now. I'm just saying I want to try other things too, switch it up a bit, take a break from all this marijuana shit. I'll drink more for a bit, try some salvia, smoke weed on occasions. That's what I should be doing anyways.

Maybe my brain has some sunconcious way of making weed give me unsatisfying trip so I cut down on it. Because that would make perfect sense. I like how nothing is happening right now. Nothing I need to worry about, nothing I'm worried about, nothing I'm not ontop of. I just made some decisions on my own, and I'm anxious to actually do them. :)