My new BC has really got me going real life crazy. I'm crying when i should be smoking weed or something.
Weed can be soo god damned beautiful sometimes. That, i really really really don't give a fuck effect. Its fucking rad. So many times i've thought, "Why am i stressing this sketchy ass shit? you don't beg, bitch!" I gross myself the hell out when i'm in that state of mind.
i wonder what things would be like if i was a piece of shit who could smoke all day long.
would i be the chillest? would i be homeless? would i really say things like chillest out loud?
byeeeeeeee
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