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 toilet bowl I did much reflecting on last night.
Not only did I go to a party with my best friend where I knew drugs and alcohol would be, but I smoked a few joints with a complete and total stranger. A stranger who although did not hurt me, certainly could have. I chanced stopping the demon but still put myself in danger.
After Mona wok
