How someone, the person I called my best friend/soul mate/rock for the longest time about 3-4 years, can simply say she doesn’t have a best friend anymore. I am lost in this whole mess and I don’t really like it. The problem is I don’t even know where the doubts are coming from. How is having no best friend easier? Especially considering I am the one who picks you up when you’re down and brushes you off. Or makes you laugh non-stop when you swore you don’t want to. Even more fucked up than this, how the hell can my friend at one point (a different one) be so far up my best friend’s ass and have no common courtesy to talk to me anymore? I’m not good enough now that you have my best friend wrapped around your finger or what? I honestly never thought this moment would come. When you are so close to a person and you finish each other’s sentences and thoughts with no before planning, I think that’s a pretty great thing you got going on. I felt on the same wavelengths as that girl. I am just crossing my fingers and praying that whatever funk she’s in she will snap out of it. Even if I have to ride my bike over there later on and wait outside until she comes out. Sometimes I dislike being so loyal and devoted because it gets taken advantage of. But I will not apologize for being a ride or die friend.
because this ganja is the greatest fucking shit I’ve ever smoked. I’m skullfucked. Nothing else tops this shit
Everything was going so well. I was having a blast since my Mom brought a few friends over and we drank and just chilled around the bonfire laughing until 6am. My mom has had a few beverages in her and I’m pissed that she had to bring up the fact that I smoke pot. It’s not even the fact that she brought it up really because I’m extremely open with my life choices but the fact that she made it seem so wrong and that I was a bad person. Don’t point fingers at me for smoking a little ganja every now and again. I’m healthier than half America if you truly think about it. I do not have a nicotine addiction, no cigarettes for me. I don’t snort shit. I don’t inject shit into my veins. I’m not a junkie. I’m not an addict. I don’t pop pills. I’m not a bad person for toking up every now and again. Who cares if I’m a pothead/stoner? I’m a damned good person and if it wasn’t for marijuana I wouldn’t be the person I am today. I used to be an extremely hostile/negative person until I experienced the wonders of cannabis use. My whole outlook on life and everything as a whole has changed drastically. I’m sick of being pointed out at in society just for the fact that I blaze up.
It all started because she said she had a bad experience when she was younger. She said she took one hit, ONE HIT, and went to the bathroom and felt trapped. She couldn’t find her way out because the pot was laced with acid. How is that my fault? I told her that I’m sorry she had to experience that, it’s not right. Nobody should have to deal with unexpected laced cannabis. That’s not the point of toking up, to be tricked into another dimension. Know your limits, you know? If only she’d smoke with me and realize the real effects of cannabis, not laced. Just pure THC then you’d understand that it isn’t as bad as you make it out to be. Don’t be afraid to expand your mind and the capabilities of the universe. That’s just the way I see it.
