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I didn’t smoke pot last night and it directly affected my appetite. I did not binge. I just ate a tiny bit at night. I didn’t even feel deprived. However, had I smoke pot, I would have eaten the whole chicken and a crap load of bread and cheese. Progress is happening.

Today, a very good friend of mine got back from Europe. He loves to smoke weed w/ me. When my friends called me to go hang out, I simply said that i was busy. I still have some pot left, but I haven’t smoked it at all. This is the begining of a new life for me. I can tell that I ’ m making progress. Awesome !

She was my best friend and she loved me almost to the point where it seemed she was obsessed, it scared me at times. For my b-day, she surprised me w/ 30 balloons in the room. She was attending hygiene school and I was in university studying economics. She traveled 5 hours 3x/week to see me. We were inseparable. She even bought me tickets to Paris for my b-day. She got to meet my friends and family in Italy, France, and Switzerland. We made love in Venice and the most romantic places in Europe. However, there was a problem: her parents were hardcore religious freaks and the dad wanted nothing to do w/ me. He was so ashamed of our relationship that he quit his job at Boeing after being an employee for over 20 years. He sold his house and moved to Michigan and begged her to come. She renounced and we lived together. Everything was fine. We lived in harmony. One day, her mom sent her tickets to go visit. After 3 weeks, she’d tell me “pick me up at the airport, i’ll be there”. Then she’d call and say “will be there tomorrow”. Then one day, she said she’d stay w/ her parents in Michigan. I went to see her to talk her some sense out of it. I was a mess. I had not slept for over 4 days. I didn’t have the energy to ‘t talk to her. She didnt come back. Back to California, I was a wreck and the university psychologist prescribed me anti-anxiety drugs because I’d get never-ending panic attacks that were uncontrollable. She really messed up w/ my emotions. She wanted to get married and have kids. She gave me many clues, but I didn’t understand them. When we went to Europe, she expected me to propose, and I didn’t because I didn’t feel it was the right time yet. Now I regret it, but it’s too late now. I still graduated from university. I couldn’t deal w/ the stress of this break up, so i got into pot. It made me feel better, but I don’t think it was the weed. Deep inside, I think that time is what helps you heal. I still don’t know to this day what she’s up to. Is she married…or has kids…I’m still curious. But ultimately, it’s time to move on. I have moved on, but this whole ordeal affected me. For one thing, I’m stopping to blaze. This will be my major step to a new beginning after this crap.