I always want to get high to stop thinking, to stop everything. But when I get high, all I ever do is think, think, think.
I think about everything. It's an endless cycle of thoughts and it hits in waves, in emotions, in scent, in touch. It's all these thoughts and as much as I want it off, I feel the need to think, to form thoughts, to make sense of my brain and all its jumbled mess.
















