April 20, 2010 was the craziest day of my life. So far. I was planning on smoking alot of weed, getting high as a mother fucking kite, and laughing and having the chillest time with my friends. The first two statements happend, but the last not so much. I smoked, I had an anxiety attack, and went crazy. I opened up the car door, and stared blankly at my friends. I started to scream and panic. The things I was doing were insane, everything was insane. I thought I was asleep but awake at the same time. Everything was spinning but I could talk perfectly. I wanted my dad, I wanted someone to ‘wake me up’ from the dream I thought I was in. My body was numb but my words came out exactly how I wanted them to. It was really scary, I thought I was either in a coma or dead because I couldn’t ‘wake up’.
Well, I’m done smoking pot; forever? Atleast for a really long time.
