They say I’m an addict to this stuff. That the urge to use is strong within me. I spent over ten years inhaling this substance that seemed harmless at the time. One of my longer relationships. It wasn’t wrong exactly, it calmed my anxious brain. Yet there then became a time when I was a little too dependent.
“You used it as a crutch and you don’t need that” words that come from my friends. Friends that our main goal used to be getting high. Countless spliffs, countless money spent on what used to be fun, but I have what they call a ‘tippy’ brain. It no longer was fun to be lost in a world that didn’t make sense.
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