It's not like I even wanted to grow it in the first place but once in a while it's nice to enjoy some premium opioids for pure recreational bliss, nothing wrong with that. Just like you faggots sipping on a beer every weekend, I don't do that, I don't drink that much. Instead I like to enjoy some pure opiate bliss a few times every year, because it's nice.
But wow, it died, I didn't expect it to live since I threw a tonne of seeds in the same spot which caused some sort of poppy clusterfuck that I couldn't seperate, in other words it was doomed to fail before it even started; yet I held hope for the longest that I'd be able to squeeze some sweet juices out of a mature poppy capsule.
I still have a bunch of other plants since I do have quite the green hands, caring for plants is a very relaxing hobby every man worth his name should at least sacrifice some years of his life doing. It teaches you about life, death and nature, invaluable lessons one couldn't possibly hope to get from playing online games all day listening to weeb music.
Either way it died, it died and here I am without any hope of sucking its sweet juices.
