So I am a regular smoker of weed, and I had tried wax, which I have tried before. I took a big hit then I took another gigantic hit. At first, I felt amazing, but I felt tingly, and my face got stuck smiling.
I started to worry, so my sister made me go to bed because our parents were coming back, so I went to bed, but I couldn’t fall asleep. Then out of nowhere, I am gone with weed!
There is nothing but like a grey box, small things repeating over and over, but I am only watching it, and it keeps on happening on and on. I was stuck in it, what had felt like an eternity.
Then out of nowhere, I forgot who I was; I was just the grey things repeating, then I somehow thought this is what life is. I can’t do anything my whole life.
There was nothing. It was just grey boxes repeating. I started to think I had never lived because I didn’t know who I was. All I knew was the boxes, and it was a cycle that would never end.
I would get the feeling of getting out. Still, it would restart, and it would crush my hopes over and over after I don’t know how long I got out. I remembered all of it, and I didn’t know if life was real. The boxes weren’t giving me false hope, so I tried opening the door.
Still, I was on the opposite side of the room I finally got out and went to my sister. I started to cry because I didn’t know what to believe anymore.
I was still kind of stuck in it. My sister looked super blurry, and she was turning into the boxes, and then I blacked out then woke up the next day.
My sister had told me I spilled water and kept on talking and crying over and over and called my sister, which I did not even remember doing.
So now, I am just trying to forget this even happening. However, I am still scared as to what if being dead is like the boxes repeating over and over for eternity, and that is what I am scared of now. I hope being dead is not like boxes. There are no words you just have to experience it still makes me scared about it to this day.