THAT PICTURE IS THE VIEW FROM THE SWINGS. THOSE BENCHES IS THE EXACT PLACE OF WHERE WE SAT.
Now, I didn't get to write everything I wanted to. But everything I experienced is in it. I didn't write that I did find out that night that what I had gotten was synthetic weed.
Why I wrote this story.
This happened very recently to me. I take all responsibility to putting myself at risk and taking something from
Someone whom I did not know.
It was a very, dangerous, and terrifying experience, and as I write this note I have not yet finished the story. I hope I can express just how scary that experience it was.

The difference between the story and real life was it was me and my best friend, not someone I was in a relationship with. But besides that, everything happened.

I hope everyone stays safe, and I hope there was something to learn from this.
I know I learned from it, even if it was from the hard way.

If you ever need to talk to anyone about anything. Please, come talk to me. I will try my hardest to help, and if I can't help I know I can be an ear for you.

After this happened, I've had the urge to talk to someone about it, but honestly I'm really scared to because I feel incredibly stupid for doing it. It was a stupid, careless, move. I know I shouldn't have done that.

I'm okay now.

I'm alive, (Whether that's fortunate or unfortunate I dunno right now), But I'm alive, still a bit panicky as to a 'what if' situation, but I'm fine!

This is why I wrote it, because I felt I had no one to talk to, and I felt as if writing could possible help get it out of my system.

Thank you all for reading.

Stay Safe.
Be safe.
Think safe.
Please.

Don't be stupid like me and take huge risks like that.

I know people who've died of synthetic weed, it's nothing to mess around with.

Jake.

(If you're able to see the cover, that is where it took place at. That was the park. At least the seats we sat at. )

EDIT: A Month Later

Because of what happened, ever time I do smoke, (it's very occasional) if it's in the form of a blunt, I have flashbacks of what happened and I freak out now.

So there's another thing. It will fuck you up. Me and my girlfriend tested the same exact weed in different forms and I only had a flashback with the blunt. During the flashback I forgot who my own girlfriend was, and it was terrible. With the bowl I was perfectly fine, and had a nice high.

What's happened in the past has really messed me up, there's days now where I'll wake up confused if I'm in a dream, or if it's reality and I have to find a way to feel pain (usually a pinch, or biting hard, I try not to go to extreme) to convince me I'm in reality.