Journal Entry of Medicinal Marijuana User (Psychological)

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“Clearing the Air”
January 23,2011
Another boring day, in a boring world. I always wondered why did “god” created this universe in the first place? Yea I know common question by all but if this is all for a purpose and we are so important, then why the fuck did he make us so small and utterly useless? Christians seem to believe that we were made to serve “god”, that we were made in “his” image but I truly don’t believe that we are anything like “god” the only relationship we have with him is that he created us. If we were truly made in is image ten why would we be so small in comparison to the entire universe. We’re nothing, this is nothing, life is meaningless and as no purpose, you know what fuck this shit I’m gonna go kill myself, maybe then I’ll get some answers.

January 24, 2011
Hello I’m back, yeah I know I planned on killing my self yesterday, but as I’m here talking to you I guess that failed huh? Turns out that you can’t slit your wrists and bleed out, after you cut the first wrist the pain is kidda intense and then there is something else, an unknown reason. There is something inside me that doesn’t want to die, I don’t know its source or what exactly it is but it’s this feeling I get when I’m actually close to dying, when I know that all I have to do is cut the other damn wrist and sit back and observe. Fuck you “god” for creating me with the fear of dying. The sad thing is I can’t even get “help”, because no one has the answers I seek, heck most people don’t even know themselves, all they do is follow path laid out by other people, PEOPLE DON’T LIKE TO THINK FOR THEMSELVES. They follow society and suck on whatever bullshit there given. Just got a call its my friend germs, guess I’m going out tomorrow.

January 25, 2011
My friend germs invited me to a house party. When I got there I saw his best friend Tim and some other guys who went to the same school as germs. They were all grouped up in a corner talking about something, as I entered...
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