>Its 4/20
>smoked a lot of dank
>walk down the block
>see 4 kids smoking a bong outside
> to stoned to not say hi
>end up taking 1 hit from bong
>Ohshit.jpeg
>that wasn't weed
>for what feels like an eternity everyone is laughing at seemingly nothing
>start counting seconds between breaths for some reason
> "I'm breathing to slow" i say WAY to loud
> "Stop screaming anon"
> I no longer recognize these people
>everything is in slow motion
> I try to say that i have to go but just yell weird syllables like "aaa naa looo" when i open my mouth
>I start to run home
>i live like 4 houses away
>cant seem to run right
>legs are sticking to the street
>cars seem to be lagging as they come by
>dont remeber getting home
>i'm in my room but somethings off and i cant figure it out
>anxiety attack coming
>walls are breathing
>cool at first, feels like Mdma
>the walls are breathing aggressively now
>the walls want me dead i can tell
>the door is so far like i need to go down a whole hallway just to get to it
>i need to calm down
>Try to get to my stash for some Xanax
>its on a desk that goes up to my waist but i cant seem to reach high enough to get to it
>start running
> im no longer in my room
>to dark to see
> dont know why im running but i know i need to to survive
>goes on for what seems like an eternity
>this is my life now
>wake up on the floor near thedesk the next morning for school at 5:45
