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Dylan talked me into smoking with him last night at the box.
I didn't even have that much, and then I started feeling really sick and panicky.
I kept asking him if he was sure that you couldn't die from pot, even though I know you can't.
So I walked home and for the next two hours I was curled up on the couch trying not to cry or scream, because I wanted to do both.
I could hear this weird sound, like there was wind blowing all around me, and I kept wishing I hadn't left Dylan because I needed someone there so badly.
I was thinking about that time when Rachel smoked, had a really bad reaction and got sick and I really didn't want the same thing to happen.
It didn't, thank god.
I just felt like I was going to die kind of.
No more pot for me.
I didn't even have that much, and then I started feeling really sick and panicky.
I kept asking him if he was sure that you couldn't die from pot, even though I know you can't.
So I walked home and for the next two hours I was curled up on the couch trying not to cry or scream, because I wanted to do both.
I could hear this weird sound, like there was wind blowing all around me, and I kept wishing I hadn't left Dylan because I needed someone there so badly.
I was thinking about that time when Rachel smoked, had a really bad reaction and got sick and I really didn't want the same thing to happen.
It didn't, thank god.
I just felt like I was going to die kind of.
No more pot for me.