Splitting the Atom

I use to spend a lot of time thinking. Eventually that got me in to a bad space in my head that, as I thought more and more about it, got worse and worse, like picking at a scab. There were probably a lot of factors that went in to it, but I’m pretty confident that it was me spending so much time on these thoughts of how anything or not could really be shown to exist, to me, is what lead me to a mind set of escaping by whatever means possible. What I was actually thinking about isn’t important, and I don’t want to start thinking about it write now anyway. The important part is that my own mind had gotten me in to a place in my life that it couldn’t stand to exist in. Everyone has things they do to keep them mentally healthy. The things that work for most people don’t work for me. Recreational drugs let me keep up with my mind, enjoy my life, and actually function. Okay a lot of them were just for fun. I wouldn’t actually say I ever needed LSD or MDMA to function. Mostly weed lets me keep up with my own mind. It lets me get an understanding of what is going on around me and just be generally okay with my situation. If I can spend the majority of the day, every day being high, and still function and succeed, why shouldn’t I? 

Staying high is better than staying low.