Personally I would have Made one of them super strong… Walk in and see the person Holding on to the table afraid s/he’ll float away. Strong brownies are scary sometimes.. haha.
At the tip of my tongue.
Is every poem I never wrote inside of every song I’ll never sing, But they’re sitting there like they’re significant, It’s as if they haven’t figured out that I’ll forget them in a moment, Mind wandering off to less important things, to things you’ll never understand because you simply won’t try. To people who love me regardless and dreams that will never come true, and you can call me foolish, but I’m really doing everything that you wanted me too a few years ago. The system taught me to research, every year in school, and I did, and I still do, day in and day out I learn more and more thats wrong with the logic of the masses. So I sit here, unsure how to arrange my thoughts, and whether its even worth it, If anyone would care, and if it really matters if no one did. I’m trying really hard now, realizing why I stopped Self-Harming, realized I stopped because one person made my life so drastically better I rarely feel the need to injure myself. One person who cares about me and whom I care about more than anyone, and it’s strange to feel that, to realize that, to know that. Knowing I’ve spent so much of my life trying to destroy myself, and in a way I still do, But the entire time, at the back of my mind is this awesome person in my life that keeps reminding me that even though shit sucks, maybe I can find away around things, and at the end of the day there’s always weed.
It’s scary though. Knowing that for once in my life I didn’t willingly stop things for someone, but their mere presence makes me not need to. But what happens if that one person disappears? It’s all gone. But I try not to think of that.
Also, a note. I love my “friends” who get angry at me for being a stoner, Really? Fuck you. You weren’t there for me and this wonderful green plant kept me from doing things to myself that would have made you sick. So fuck you if you want to go on with your life drinking your booze and pretending like Marijuana is evil, If I have to deal with your drunk and incoherent ass at parties, and I am still able to do so while baked, what does that really say about us? Who is the person who is acting irresponsibly? Who’s more likely to end up dead? It’s fucking laughable that these people criticize me for smoking weed, especially when they know It makes me a lot easier to be around and for once, I don’t get upset about stupid little insignificant things. If you choose not to do it yourself or don’t like it, I totally understand, But if you don’t accept the fact that it helps certain people immensely with a 0% mortality rate you’re just being ignorant.
Tolerance low much? My little one hitter maybe 1/5 full and a little ball of resin. Baked as all hell. ha. I used to smoke a 1/4 a week.