Ok so….I’m a total uppers girl. I cannot stand weed. Like, at all. I love the way it smells, but I hate the way it makes me feel. When stoned, im either suuuuper chill and lazy, with a strong case of the munchies. I can put down over 1000 calories easily when stoned because I have no concept of feeling full. And then you know what that means…..I gain weight and get fat.
Or….I’m getting lost in a head trip of thoughts that sends me into a panic attack. Once when I was stoned, I thought about how I’m gonna die, when it’s gonna be, and then I worked myself into a huge anxiety attack.
Marijuana is not as wonderful and healthy as everybody says it is. I don’t appreciate stoners putting me down for my drug of choice and acting like they are better than me because they smoke weed. Shut the fuck up and let me enjoy MY choice of smoke.
i dont feel the suns comin out today, its staying in, its gonna find another way. and as I sit here in this misery, I don’t think I’ll ever see the sun from here.
And oh as I fade away, they’ll all look at me and say, and theyll say hey look at him! I’ll never live that way. But that’s okay they’re just afraid to change.
When you feel your life ain’t worth living you’ve got to stand up and take a look around you then a look way up to the sky. and when your deepest thoughts are broken, keep on dreaming boy, cause when you stop dreamin’ it’s time to die.
and as we all play parts of tomorrow, some ways will work and other ways we’ll play. but I know we all can’t stay here forever, so I want to write my words on the face of today and then they’ll paint it
and oh as I fade away, they’ll all look at me and they’ll say, hey look at him and where he is these days.
