Just wanted to say that.
When you’re 25 and look 35, you’ll understand.
When you look like you’re melting, you’ll understand.
When you can’t run, can’t exercise, can’t do anything productive because you can’t breathe, you’ll understand.
When you’ve gained copious amounts of weight because your emotional instability has driven you to drink and smoke and sit around instead of live your life, you’ll understand.
When you realise that the people who said weed wasn’t as bad as tobacco completely lied so that they could make a quick buck, you’ll understand.
When you realise that getting high isn’t more important than going out and making friends, you’ll understand.
When you realise that letting your life amount to whatever it ends up amounting to, and you never accomplish any goals, you’ll understand.
I just won’t be there. And I’ll do my best to forget how you WANTED to go down this path. I don’t think I will.