while i do not condone drugs to kids, marijuana is fun because life is a dream.
shit.
yeah, life is just a dream aaaaannnndddddd here i go.
falling down, hitting rock bottom in t-minus ten minutes.
why did my mind think of this?
why am i blaming my mind for this?
why do i always try to find someone or something to blame for my slips?
am i toxic?
shit, i am toxic but oh, oh those trees are gorgeous.
i am only nineteen so why am i feeling like my life is ending soon?
my body doesn’t feel like my own now, which is fine because i feel like i’m an angel on cloud nine.
i don’t really know what i’m doing in life.
does it even matter though.. when life is, but a dream?
nothing matters in the end, so i might as well take all the risks.
this is really just all one long dream, isn’t it?