3 months in

Tomorrow will be my 90th day of abstinence. I've been smoking around 1g/day of hash everyday since I was 16 years old, I am 20 now.

I usually am happy with my progress. Then there are those evenings. I look back to the old times and think to myself "if only I could go back".

I hate myself for what I've done and I am sure that I will never be as cognitive able as I would have been, no matter how hard I study or how hard I try. I will never make up for the time that I've lost. Anxiety hit and I all want is just a joint.