For the last half of the year, I've been a different person under the grass, and I'm fucked. Like a dun, just thinking like doing what I'm doing wrong no matter what you look at, it's a sin, karma fucks me back, I'll suffer for making others suffer and so on. It is difficult to distract from these thoughts and just stick to meme vidos for example or cartoons. Mushrooms once ate and a voice told me to stop fucking.
I'm already doing what I'm doing, I've only done evil things so that there's money for grass, smoking is the meaning of my life, and now my mind is fucking my brain. I have already begun to get smoked almost to the pale, so the second I will not climb out, but it is not fun to smoke almost to the pale, it is fun to blow 2-3 times less and chill lamps. That's been the case for the last 10 years, until I found a new way to make money, no matter what, work is work.
But now the system has failed, there is a lot of money, including for grass, but the grass has ceased to give as much pleasure as before. And I'm terrified of the fucking cycle. I suddenly began to understand people who kill themselves when they quit or quit their job. It's fucked up when a person has only one source of pleasure.