I’ll start. Many jobs. Got evicted multiple times for either not paying rent or kicked out due to them finding out I smoke. Two TV’s because I had to pawn it for money. I don’t have a laptop anymore because I pawned that too. Went from having a full wardrobe of clothes and now having only leggings and hoodies left because I sold all of it for weed money. Don’t have any friends or a social life because I prefer getting high in my room rather making real connections. My relationship with my family because I prefer to avoid them and go smoke instead. My body and my health because I chose to eat until I was sick when I had the munchies. My entire identity. I used to have hobbies like dancing and fashion but now I have no idea what’s fun anymore because all I did was smoke as a hobby.

I don’t know typing all this makes me sad and I just hope one day I can get my shit together.