The Cracked-Up Ramblings of a Stoner Mind.

It's true. I admit it. I've done the one thing you're not suppose to do. You're suppose to say no but you do it anyways. But I did it right. I played it smart. I started out with family and worked my way outward without forgetting where it started. Some how though, I lost my way.
It's nice to have it back. I really have enjoyed it. I must say that there is nothing quite like it in the world when someone looses themself. You start to question everything and anything. The slightest thing makes you afraid. You find yourself not being able to speak, act or move. A river turned mute. Stuck in the corner with no way out.
Trapt. And, that is exactly what it felt like. I still can't believe it happened like that. I can't believe I experienced or even lived through that. I should've died. I should've screwed myself royally. Some how, I don't know how, survived.
So why now am I writing about this? If I have survived, I should be able to move on right? Well, yes you're absolutely right, and I am. The way I do it is by getting it all out and letting the truth be told. Maybe it's all the death around me that has opt me to do this now at this particularly moment, but eventually it would all have to come out. I would just rather the truth be told by my words and not some body else's. No experience the memory the same way as I did and no ever had the same exact thought processes as me either.