Dear Diary

Marijuana.

A substance I thought people taking was the most pathetic thing, is now something I cannot stop thinking about.

I passed out last night, woke up this morning laying on top of Mona's bed, then immediately ran to her restroom where I dry heaved for what felt like hours.

I have never felt so dirty in all my life. I could still smell it on my clothes and felt the dry heaviness on my tongue. As I set there laying my face on the white ...