I HATE BEING ALIVE IN THIS MIND IT MUST BE BE BROKEN SOMEHOW
someone make it stop
I just want some love on the regular. Why can my brain/heart comprehend magnitudes of love that I encounter in the world maybe once a year in another person. Good idea on the weed will smoke a fattie now. Ahhhhhhh. Its so frustrating that I know how good things could be. It robs me of my inmer peace.
Whats that supposed to mean amk
Saturation of blood with what
Well be condescending if you will, I‘m gonna go straight ahead and admit that the weed did, in fact, make it better