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I just deleted my Facebook. Since the dawn of 2008 I've written lots of comments, published pics, etc, you name it. This day will be the end of it.

I'm not going to give my social life to a web page. I should've seen by myself for a long time ago. Nevertheless, I'm getting help now. I'm actually getting help by people with lots of knowledge in the subject of psychic. All thanks to a little happening I'd like to call the point of return.

You see, for a year I've been bothering about doing it or not. So a Friday night I did it. I broke the promise to my old guy. Nevertheless, the day after Point of no Return, when hiding evidence in the forest something revelated; This is no life for a guy like me.

I wouldn't think so, but the weed made me take a big step. I confessed to my parents that I was in a lack of energy, did homework just so good it passed and most of the time at home i was on my own either chatting with people on Facebook or eating food.

When on "the high" I connected with these people in a way I haven't connected with anyone in a long time. It would be so damn nice to have the property to connect with people that way again. He tried to make me trip bad by pretending he was a cop on undercover mission. I didn't believe him and said "Hah! You doesn't trick me!" and laughed, picked him on the chest. He tried several time to trick me. Then I followed them to the bus stop and had a little paranoia for beeing busted hence our a little red eyes. It went fine, even though I had this "Oh my fuckin' God, what do I do if I meet the Police?"

The day after went to hide evidence and do chores at home. And it was when hiding evidence I really made the decision to contact professional help. When on the high I thought of it. I really hope mj will be legalized now that Washington have legalized it, hope for a chain reaction. If the whole USA approves it, the other western countries will follow, it's just a matter of time. Make weed legal, and booze illegal. I might be one-sided now, but after reading lots of studies, it's really strange that it's prohibited. The besserwissers might know things I don't, but there is no doubt that medical marijuana should be legal. Recreatonial however, that might vary on the people who use it.

It made me think so clear. Every thought I had, it came in "pulses", one thought after another, not a bunch on the same time. And my sub-consiousness came to the surface. But for now, I'll pass. Won't risk my life repute for a good feeling that last for two hours.

I'll also say it one more time, I won't do it until it is eventually legalized again. And if the police is tracking me down now, it's to late. The cannabiods have left my system. It was a one-time happening which made me come to a revelation. My life, it's going to be better.

I feel like a spoiled shit child. I have my very own laptop, smartphone, external hard drive, MC and car! Yet I can't get this heavy feeling away.