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a wicked eye about it all. Like somehow this whole ordeal was my fault. So I did what was the closest thing to an answer I could think of, I started smoking weed. A lot of it, everyday I did it. I would go to school stoned, come home from school stoned, and go to sleep stoned. I WAS ALWAYS HIGH. All of this weed seemed to worsen my condition though, I thought this was going to help me. I was even more confused. I quit doing weed and almost committed suicide, let me tell you...three hours in a smoldering room with a gun to your head can change you. It did.
I didn't kill myself but all my problems were sitting right across the room glaring at me. Not so close anymore but still there. They died down for a while but the effects were still there. I let it go and everything was fine for a while. I was so far behind in school it was unimaginable. I tried to get everything back on track but there would have been a better chance of the Titanic resurfacing and all the people being alive. My ...

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