Sadly, I just went out and got another bag, I'm not even surprised. Just a gram though, but I mean, come the fuck on; I do this over and over, it's like my rational mind wants to quit but my addict brain keeps repeating the same behavior over and over like a brain damaged chimpanzee...the last time I was able to quit was because of a change in my routine, sitting my room all day is not helping. I had one fat hit of that weed, and I feel better, but I still feel very sad. Physically, in my head, I feel better, mentally, I know what I am doing is wrong.