I don't know what happened, but sometime in the last month something clicked in my brain. I literally just ran out of weed one day and thought: There's more to life than sitting around and smoking weed. It's not the greatest thing ever. I could go outside and do things that are more fun.

I guess it's just been, that I've done it so much that I know exactly what to expect now. It's been a long time since any kind of weed blew me away. I know it's not my tolerance either, because even with a month break I feel the same way. In fact, if I'm not in the mood I plain dislike it.

Not that I'm quitting, but drugs in general are best reserved for situations of extreme boredom or parties. I guess that's what I realized. Now that I'm happy and under control I don't need to rely on drugs to make myself feel better all the time.