I decided the other day I'm done smoking weed. I wasn't ever addicted or did it a lot. Then again what do you consider a lot. When i first started smoking weed i couldnt tell you why i did it especially since i didn't even get high in the beginning, so basically i gave my friend 5 dollars and He or She would also throw 5 and he/she would get us usually a gram to smoke. Or i would smoke for free because its college. Either way it was pointless. When i finally started to get high i guess it was alright nothing to brag about and defanatley nothing to get remotely excited about. I guess i continued to do it because i liked the knowing that i was high, it was different. I liked putting my body in situations that it hasnt been in before. That sounds bad actaully. But then summer came after my freshman year of college. Almost everyone of my friends smokes weed on occasion, in fact i dont think i have a good friend that hasn't hit a bowl or a bong. Back to my somewhat story. Summer came and one of my good buddies ironically the one who used to be against weed and hated me for a week when he found out i smoked. Well he smokes around a gram a day. It actually got to the point where it was weird if i saw him when he wasn't high. I smoked with him probably 4-5 times a week. It started off okay but it got to the point where i would have really depressing thoughts. I would always feel like the world is against me when im high and everyone knew it but me. That's rediculous. But at the time, while being high i truley believed it and would overthink the fuck out of every situation. It got to the point of it being really unhealthy, well weeds never healthy, but i would rather do anything that put myself through depressive thoughts. It was weird, when i would get high the same people would text me and i would always think is this a coincidence or is the world really against me and everyone knows something i dont. Kinda like the Movie the Truman show, which i blogged about earlier. It got to the point where i friend would say, "Hey wanna Smoke" and i would think "No i dont want to get depressive thoughts, over think and hate myself", but either way i would do it cause there was nothing else to do. How Pathetic is that. Either way im done with it. I go back to school in a week and all my friends at school smoke so it will be interesting to see what happens. We will see i guess. I should probably write another blog right after this, since this is about weed. How stupid.
Monday, August 23, 2010
Todays Date: I dont know its the 23rd or Something
I decided the other day I'm done smoking weed. I wasn't ever addicted or did it a lot. Then again what do you consider a lot. When i first started smoking weed i couldnt tell you why i did it especially since i didn't even get high in the beginning, so basically i gave my friend 5 dollars and He or She would also throw 5 and he/she would get us usually a gram to smoke. Or i would smoke for free because its college. Either way it was pointless. When i finally started to get high i guess it was alright nothing to brag about and defanatley nothing to get remotely excited about. I guess i continued to do it because i liked the knowing that i was high, it was different. I liked putting my body in situations that it hasnt been in before. That sounds bad actaully. But then summer came after my freshman year of college. Almost everyone of my friends smokes weed on occasion, in fact i dont think i have a good friend that hasn't hit a bowl or a bong. Back to my somewhat story. Summer came and one of my good buddies ironically the one who used to be against weed and hated me for a week when he found out i smoked. Well he smokes around a gram a day. It actually got to the point where it was weird if i saw him when he wasn't high. I smoked with him probably 4-5 times a week. It started off okay but it got to the point where i would have really depressing thoughts. I would always feel like the world is against me when im high and everyone knew it but me. That's rediculous. But at the time, while being high i truley believed it and would overthink the fuck out of every situation. It got to the point of it being really unhealthy, well weeds never healthy, but i would rather do anything that put myself through depressive thoughts. It was weird, when i would get high the same people would text me and i would always think is this a coincidence or is the world really against me and everyone knows something i dont. Kinda like the Movie the Truman show, which i blogged about earlier. It got to the point where i friend would say, "Hey wanna Smoke" and i would think "No i dont want to get depressive thoughts, over think and hate myself", but either way i would do it cause there was nothing else to do. How Pathetic is that. Either way im done with it. I go back to school in a week and all my friends at school smoke so it will be interesting to see what happens. We will see i guess. I should probably write another blog right after this, since this is about weed. How stupid.
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