Ran out of my sack tonight, and it’s bittersweet. I’m bummed without it because I genuinely love to get high, but the problem is I love to get high. I want to quit. I started using it in my own place recently, which has made me more paranoid versus doing it at someone else’s.

What didn’t help with my paranoia today was when my friend was over hitting the pipe, my place decided to do a routine fire drill the moment we were hitting it. we freaked out, almost lost all of it (we saved most of it) bc she hid the bag without tying it, and we had to convince ourselves it wasn’t us who set it off.

I don’t want to stop. I’ve been actively using almost a year now. I want to keep going, when I know it’s not right for me. Ughhh, why is the love of my life this drug 😞😐😜