Smoking weed used to take me to a place far away, and it truly was magic. All those beautiful nights spent in wonderland, it was a magical time. But once the dust settled, it no longer worked. It became no different than watching a cartoon. Reality became too real, the high too fake. Where I used to be able To let go in my place of escape, I could no longer do so. The mind refused to let go of the real life and the Highs became obsolete.
I will get back to being myself one day, no matter how long it takes.