falling down, feeling up

       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?