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Why do I always do this to myself.
Yet another fucked up weekend where I get to the point where I literally think I'm insane.
I think of so much shit, so many crazy theories about life and soceity.
I hate weed, and what it does to me.
It makes me trust nobody, but myself.
I'm definitely the one going crazy, but when I'm baked, it's everyone else in the world who's insane. Fake. Unreal.
Imagine coming to the brink of your own sanity.
I can't even tell you the theories I've come up with, cause they're so fucking insane.
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Anyways, it was definitely a new and different weekend. But, I'm ready for shit to go back to normal.
Three more days of hell.
Yet another fucked up weekend where I get to the point where I literally think I'm insane.
I think of so much shit, so many crazy theories about life and soceity.
I hate weed, and what it does to me.
It makes me trust nobody, but myself.
I'm definitely the one going crazy, but when I'm baked, it's everyone else in the world who's insane. Fake. Unreal.
Imagine coming to the brink of your own sanity.
I can't even tell you the theories I've come up with, cause they're so fucking insane.
=\.
Anyways, it was definitely a new and different weekend. But, I'm ready for shit to go back to normal.
Three more days of hell.