I’m pretty stoned as of right now. And I’ve started becoming someone. No. Something. Something else. I revert back to my 16 year old minset. When I had short jet black hair, when I modeled, and when I still had a thing for girls. When life was still complex but not as complex as mine is now. When I had a narrower way of thinking. When I conformed. Before I started evolving slowly into what I am now. Before WES happened. But I’m different now for some reason. Is the cannabis treating my mind to a seemingly happier time. But with this youth, I also had responsibilities to myself that only I could accomplish. I had to fit in. I had to stand out. I had to act straight as a needle. I see my life now from my younger self’s point of view. And I am dissatisfied with everything happening now. Disgusted, even. Let life slowly pull away the anger and bitterness and loneliness from me and let set free a me I would be proud of.