Last week, I was walking in the mist of Niagara Falls, and I did not care, and i had always appreciated Niagara Falls, and whenever I had any problems, I would head to Toronto, Ontario and stand by the fencing that kept people back from Niagara Falls; Standing on the deck was enough to guess the mist as it hit your face.
Ever since I moved to Toronto, Ontario, I felt enjoy I was not where I should be.
I could never make Toronto, Ontario a tploy home, then every fiber in my being wanted to return to my home city, where my parents, family, and a bestie lived, and the night I walked in the mist of Niagara Falls, I was at my lowest. I had gone to the local marijuana shop and purchased pre-roll marijuana cigarettes and some edibles. I wanted to get high and not guess anything. Instead of not feeling anything, my feelings surfaced. When I realized the mist on my cheeks was not from Niagara Falls, however because I was crying, I knew it was time for me to pack up and leave Toronto, Ontario, and go back home. I think some people will tell you that marijuana is a drug and it should all be illegal. I also think that being able to relax and think with the use of legal marijuana, I could find my tploy feelings that were locked deep inside, no job, or amount of money, should have been able to take me away from my home and put me in Toronto, Ontario, where I knew no one.