I've been smoking grass for 11 years, trying and sticking around, but it's the grass I can't quit. Even if I quit and someone offers, I can't refuse. Rejecting it is like getting out under a warm blanket and going out on the balcony in winter in your underpants. All hostile, all nervous. Such thoughts are spinning that you can fuck, but from part it is fixed by physical exercises. I didn't smoke for 4 days, but I got high yesterday after work. Fuck. I can't sleep now.