It all started my sophomore year of high school when my parents caught me smoking weed. My parents went off the deep end with doctors and weekly drug classes.
I missed catching a good buzz so I did so I did some research and figured out LSD didn’t show up on drug test which I had to take one weekly for 6 months.
The next day I talked to my buddy and got the hits I got three hits and and tripped all day long. The next thing I knew every time I had 50 bucks it was spent on 5 hits and I would stay out of my mind for days at a time.
It soon got to the point were I was so depressed and detached from reality I wanted to kill myself.
After 2 years of me taking hits I eventually found a reason to stop. I got a girlfriend and didn’t feel the need to take my problems out on myself and slowly I felt that tucked haze fade away and things have never look so beautiful.
On occasion I get flash backs but for now since I stopped life seems way brighter and happier not so dark and grim and frighting.