And hot damn, do I feel better. I've been a pothead since I was about 16. I think I was probably like most people, in that I slowly started hanging around with friends who smoked more than I did, which in turn lead to me being "sucked into" the pothead lifestyle. After I graduated high school, I had the mentality that "weed is good for you, I mean, look at me: I have my shit together, I'm going to college, I have a girlfriend, life is good." I often wonder how things would have turned out differently had I never started . . . Upon arriving to college, my smoking days outnumbered my sober days so much it wasn't funny. Still, I was getting good grades, and shit seemed fine. However, after smoking so much for so long, it started to turn into more of a habit than something fun to do. It was more like "Well, time to smoke weed" rather than "I WANT to smoke weed." Eventually, I started getting a little depressed when I would smoke. The depression made me want to smoke even MORE, and it was like a never-ending cycle: I'd smoke because I was depressed, and I was depressed because I would smoke. Well, after I broke up with my girl, I started losing a lot of ambition and such. I really didn't have the motivation to go out and party with friends or meet new people. I was perfectly content with waking up, smoking weed, maybe making it to a couple classes, smoking weed, then right before going to bed, I'd smoke more weed. Eventually, my grades started slipping and I started to lose direction in my life. I told myself I needed to quit. Well, that happened about 20 times. Sometimes I would make it two days with no weed, and other times I'd do better and make it a week. However, it was all-for-not, because that precious herb would keep calling my name . . . mostly from my pothead friends, and damn, it is so hard to turn down free weed, ya know? It's like "Wow, ONE hit to get me a little stoned won't hurt, right?" Shit, the next day I'd rationalize to myself that I got stoned yesterday, so getting stoned today and quitting tomorrow won't be a huge problem, right? And on and on and on and on . . . the ferrish wheel never seemed to stop. Eventually, I hit a point. My social life, family life, education were all in not-so-good shape. It just seemed like I hit a breaking point. I resolved to stop for a month. I'll admit, it was much easier because I did it over winter break when there weren't as many temptations to smoke. But, it turned out for the good becuase when I got back to school, I never once felt the temptation to smoke. I just remembered all the paranoid, nervous, depressed feelings. My friends didn't even dig on me. Even if they did, fuck 'em, cuz my shit is more important than smoking weed with some stoners all the time. Anyways, I feel 1000X better . .. I get along with my parents, I'm seeing a great girl, my mind is sharper, I go to all my classes, I eat healthier, I don't crave beer and cigarettes as much ,and I'm jsut overall a happier person. Also, quitting cold-turkey is the way to go. I hope this has helped someone in here resolve to give a month-break a go and see how the feel. The world is a much different place. . . Peace.