Did two Marijuanas; got possessed by a demon. A paranoia story. trees

So right off the bat this story is gonna be an anti-climax.

For the sake of abbreviation my life has been kind of shitty lately. Depression has been a major theme of my life for the last few months, and there's been a lot of things on my mind. Especially last night. So after a day of freaking out, and barely eating a thing, I finally manage to calm down a little bit and go out to hang out with some friends and smoke a blunt. And after the first hit I start to feel good. Like way higher than one hit makes me feel normally. Now, I don't smoke nearly as much as I think most people on this board. I could never be a wake and bake person. But that being said, I smoke a decent amount.

Second hit comes around, I take it, and the conversation in our circle starts to get a little heavy, not like super heavy, but sometimes when I smoke I get paranoid by certain subjects. Suddenly people start noticing how pale I'm getting, and I run into the kitchen to get myself a glass of water.

My blood sugar drops, and as soon as I open the cabinet to find a glass of water I lose my vision and drop to the floor. All of the negative thoughts I'd been having all day flood my brain, and as the refrigerator makes a low moan it creates a horror ambiance. My ears ring, and for a brief second, my brain believes that this is what it must feel like to become possessed. Like the moment in a horror movie when the demon finally manages to sink it's claws into it's victim and destroy their sanity so completely, that they are finally able to manage to possess the host's body. And I don't even believe in demons. I regain my vision, and as I'm thinking about how I'm going to explain to my best friend that I felt like I had become possessed, I look at the wooden floorboards, and make out the demon's face in the grain of the wood, even though by this point I knew the demon was a product of my imagination.

I go, without my water to go lie down on the couch and just clear my head, and when my best friend comes in to check on me she asks "what made you so paranoid." I just look at her sheepishly and kind of embarrassed trying to remember the last thing we were talking about before I started to get paranoid and I just kind of whisper "abortion." She just kind of laughed, and told me to come outside so we could play a board game. But I was gone, and just lie down on the couch for the rest of the night.

tl;dr I am a weak-ass bitch. Crazy paranoia stories?

Submitted February 19, 2017 at 01:29AM by SymbiotePlanet http://ift.tt/2kKyp4b trees