Dear Diary,

Why do people get high?

No, that’s a stupid question.

I should say, why do people get artificially high?

It doesn’t make any sense to me. What ever happened

to natural highs… like friends, and love and family, and

happiness. Now they need tobacco and marijuana and

alcohol to be satisfied. Don’t they realize that any

happiness, any feeling they get from that stuff is fake?

Phony? A trick? A lie?

I guess they don’t. Or maybe they just don’t care.

That’s a concept: maybe they just don’t care.

Is this what happens when you stop caring? No, that’s

suicide. ...No, maybe not.

Oh I don’t know what I’m talking about. I just wish

there was a book I could bury myself in that would

give me all the answers. Everything I want to know,

and nothing I don’t. Maybe that’s why they do drugs.

It makes them not care about the answers. It distracts

them. They can escape in it…

I still don’t understand. And I guess since I don’t do

drugs, I never will.

Thanks diary,

Me