Hey burn out, your old self sounds like me. I smoke it from morning til night, do everything baked, 2 joints in the morning as one doesn't do it anymore. I have experienced many warning signs as well, aka feeling like I'm going to die when I'm baked but I love it and can't stop. Even though it makes me a zombie I can't stop. I'm still active and do all sorts of stuff but I'm a zombie - invisible to girls, dazed in my own little world. My anxiety goes down to a comfortable level shortly after I quit though.
Chee$e I do the same when I'm out. I frequent common smoke spots for old roaches to smoke in my pipe, get so excited about it when I find them. My well trained eye does not miss the inspection of one cigarette butt, or empty sandwich baggie

. Everywhere I go I do this. I will wander around for hours searching for them, cause my brain is too burnt to function without weed anyways.
It's just ingrained in my personality, and my social life as well. I associate it with good times, even though it just makes me retarded.
I only ever smile when I'm really stoned and I have more weed to smoke.
Here I am at 9am, having a nice stiff glass rum with my morning oats. Like 5 shots worth, getting drunk as fuck today, since yesterday I threw away my pipe, papers, and lighters. I now have none of those onerous weed related things that I feel the need to carry with me wherever I go, which is liberating in a way. That fucking pipe allows me to scrounge weed remnants to unheard of levels, keeping me addicted in periods of drought. Another thing I do is I smoke my empty resin filled pipe. I smoke the hell out of it, getting whatever i can and hoping I will at least exhale a small visible amount of smoke. I don't get high but I still do this.
I also get very depressed coming off the stuff, I have problems and if I didn't have them this might not be so much of an issue. It's gotta be receptor downregulation, burnout or something too though because I'm literally incapable of being my normal, energetic self. And I want to die, it's no mild depression. I've cut myself and shit. The one time I was successful in a 3 months break, I was drunk for the first week. I'm not sure when, but at some point I noticed I could be happy again, and other positive changes. There is no point in me being alive right now except to see the next day, my life is just a fight against this evil spirit I am possessed by that fiends weed and sucks the life out of me, so I shall be good and drunk for a while to make the transition smoother, and I'm not a regular alcohol abuser so this is cool. An occasional bender is cool in my books, anyway. Weed fucked me up maybe a million times worse mentally than a lot of alcohol. If there was ever a time for a bender, it is now.
This stuff turns me into such a bitch. The tone of my voice when I'm on it is so gentle, passive, faded. Girls can sense the weakness, I don't consider myself a man anymore. I'mclearly not much of a man because I am sexually inactive. I don't know what I am. Burnout is probably the best description, although I would say I am pretty much a junkie. I'm choosing not to live.
I abused Mdma in the past because of this, that's why I loved it so much Ican't communicate with people as a stoner unless I'm very drunk and/or on Mdma. I needed it to go out and have fun and for girls to notice me. I never would have done it so much otherwise, I took it for 4 days in a row, every weekend for ages etc. Even the damage that did to me is negligible compared to how weed has ruined my brain and I haven't used in a year so I've been through the repercussions. And trust me, I was very, very high on good Mdma. Flying. I know what I'm like when I'm off pot, I'm confident I don't require any hard chemicals
I am drunk and very enthusiastic tho this is the best way to get through these miserable days. Weed is the worst thing that ever happened to me Rant complete