As a kid I always swore to myself I'd never do drugs or smoke cigs, but wow was that easy to say when I wasn't battling a fucking war against my mind or my anxiety Actually, it was easy to say because I was self harming, I had already found my escape. But I've been two years clean, I can't break that shit now. And considering weed makes me have fucking psychosis, and I can't keep doing pills because those are pretty bad, what choice do I have? All I've been doing is latching on to one external source to another to stop the pain, one high to the next. It's all the same. You're running from the same thing you've been running from all your life, but one day you're gonna have to confront it eventually. You either deal with it or die trying to hide from it, it seems.