And to add a little bit, about a month and a half ago, I quit doing any drugs for about a month (I had been smoking weed or drinking almost every night before bed... plus I had done speed every day for two weeks) because my therapist told my mother that he thought I might be becoming a drug addict (I no longer see him) and I was afraid she'd drug test me.
The month was actually really nice, a lot of my depression dissipated, I felt like I was doing something with my life (I got a job, was seeing some new friends), but then it got old, and fears came back (why didn't I go to college instead of just getting this job? will I even make enough money here to live? I'm getting bored of these friends, should I hang out with my stoner friends?) and I started smoking weed "just whenever someone else has it", then I bought the eighth. Then I said when I ran out, I wouldn't buy anymore. Then I bought the quarter...