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Dec 01, 2008 16:53

11,27,08- last day of smoking weed for a long time
till after we have kids prob and after that we'll probably never want to smoke again.
its bad, we smoked everyday for no reason. we were like zombies just going through the day sometimes unhappy wth life but comfortable with eachother. its sad, we have two good years together depending on weed, but like james said to me the other day now we have forever to just be us with no fake substance makin us one way. weed makes u not care, makes you zone out sometimes. its good occasionally but the amounts weve smoked so far is horrible. we feel guilty sometimes. we look around and see what we could have, what we do have and what we do while we have everything. its like we took advantage of ourselves jsut to get high.. get high and stuff our faces, get high and go to sleep get high and go to the movies but leave cuz were not interested. dont get me wrong we have awesome times high but its not okay. if his parents knew they would never want us to come over again. they woudlnt let us move in and there image of us would change indefinately. that makes me sad. everyday i think bout how awesome they are, how lucky i am and how proud i am and i thjink why the fuck would i do anything to damper there idea of me, or to harm myself or the future. i dont want my kids to be unhealthy, i dont want them to cry for no reason or not be able to breastfeed or have problems growing up. i want everything to be perfect and weed doesnt equal into the equastion. i dont look down on people who do it, infact i can smoke weed and do what i want. im still in school still hold a job still drive , im happy.. but i cant do it my whole life,. i dont want to. im 19 and im addicted to smoking weed everynight.
fuck it
i dont need anything but me, family, friends love and education. hoenstly i want a nice ass house with a good ass job and alot of money so my family wont have to worry. and so maybe i can help my friends to. if i can i will and i want to so i have to. period

the bongs and bowls are either smashed or floating away in the ocean.
peace the fuck out
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