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Marijuana made me become susceptible to all of the ignorance and frustration in this society. It seems that with time I have become able to understand what this all means. For some it is a straightforward tool that is a staple for their life, and complications do not arise. But for me, it was something of the world and I had to feel like it was my duty to carry this "burden" as I like to think of it. I have no choice now but to move forward, and try to uncover what really was in that mess of my past.

I become psychologically unable to deal with reality. I can attribute this to society not accepting my choices that I made. Unfortunately I made too many decisions to use drugs that would numb my mind and chill my body. But I am told that marijuana has so many great effects. Yet I still have to sort through all of this clutter that was brought up to my mind.