I feel strangely optimist about the near future, and I find it perplexing that this happened because my phone was stolen. I understand the mechanism though: I can't buy weed because I can't get cash without my phone, thus breaking the cycle I was trapped in. It's easy to fall back in (by visiting my friends at the park, or once I get my phone back), but I'm confident I'll be happier sober than high so I won't do this.
You could think it wasn't necessary for me to lose my phone in order to break free, but I couldn't. In a period where you literally have no responsibilities and can do whatever you want, addiction wins. So this is a wrench thrown into the cycle and it's my responsibility to make the most out of it, because this is exactly what I wanted: a break that I can build upon and extend.
I also want to place more of my attention towards my activities rather than my struggles with substance abuse. It's like trying to forget an ex by hating on her. So thankfully this means I will stop writing about my weed status, unless I were to have a relapse. I want to be honest with myself and the other about this.
Life is interesting again.