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I miss everyone now. I swear it is getting to me now. I have been on something for everyday this week except for today. Today was the day for me to get my head straight, to see through the clear shield of my emotions. It's getting bad....the withdrawals of ice, and coke, the cigarettes making it hard to breathe, but I do know one thing, weed is making me depressed. I get this euphoric feeling followed by the lowest down. This is true addiction, I must choose...be happy, or feel lousy for the rest of my life. These drugs are keeping me in a constant state of happiness, but they are killing me. For every ounce of happy, I get a pound of sad. I am going to a cabin in Ellijay tomorrow, to try and clear my head without any bad drugs...just weed. I am going to sit, and relax on a rock, and listen to the stream of life, and listen to the roots of the trees grow. This is all we have anymore...Insanity, and sanity... Every lie we have ever told leads to the Insanity of this world, and takes away little by little from our sanity. I shall let my problems run free, and when they come back around I shall see what solutions they have returned with, until then I will sit on my rock, by my stream, and listen to the roots grow, and my life go by. See how long I can go along with no one wondering just where the hell I am. If I am lucky I will die in this peaceful state tomorrow...the animals of the forest will take me, and reincarnate me into a more suitable creature rather than a gluttonous scumbag of a human. I sure hope...I sure hope...