Am I the only one. It makes my mind race. I think of all these things I wish I can change. War, violence, death, environmental destruction. All these crazy thoughts race through my head. Thoughts about me as well, small things, like something mean I said to someone. I just can't sleep after I smoke. I enjoy smoking and studying, maybe it leaves me with a false hope that I can one day change something, maybe it is a real hope. I do not know it drives my mind crazy. I love it though. It makes me see truth. Like a hit of acid. When I was young I never thought of these things. Now I do. I have a love hate relationship with it. imp: