And the bible would've gone straight through my chest if it wasn't for that silver bullet in my top pocket

I'm forfeiting my normal journal to write in this for a while, so you better feel special. Time rolls by. I've started trying to meditate, after reading a book about self-teaching it. It goes on about Alpha and Beta brainwaves, and ya dee ya, teaching yourself how to put your brain into certain states. If you're reading this, just try it. Find a quiet place and sit in any way you want. Concentrate on your breathing (ensure you haven't injested any stimulants or alike) and try and keep you mind on the black behind your eyes. The darkness of your lids. Don't let your mind wander. It's hard, nearly impossible if it's your first time, but just stop trying.

When you force you brain to do something, it tries to rebel. Just go with it. If you can't do it the first time, don't stress. It's just an excercise designed to give you a break. When you get good, you can direct your thoughts onto certain things, or certain aspects of your life. It becomes addictive. Just stick at it. You'll get incredible results - I promise.

Nevertheless, another college day comes into view. Peaches and I talked until just after 1 in the morning on the phone. It's bizarre how I'm just not bored of her yet. Far from it. Why do I feel as though there's something incredibly profound that I should be writing in this? What am I missing? It feels almost unsettling or unusual to wake up not being stoned or drunk. Just....sober. My memory's going already from all the dope, but since I've stopped anyway, maybe I can give it some time to get back together.

Well, I can't think of anything better to do, but I'm feeling 101 different impulses, so I'll disappear,
Free your head,

Helix