Addiction is a horrible thing, I forgot the last time I was able to get to sleep without smoking some weed, I’ve started smoking so much that my friends are starting to stop hanging out with me because they think i’ve got a problem. They’re probably right, but it doesnt help the fact that the one friend that made an issue of it definitely seems like he’s got some issues of his own, always taking his anger and frustration out on other people with complete disregard for their feelings. Instead of helping me, he just makes me feel worse. He has no idea what he’s doing and as his friend I should probably tell him…but he should know me better, if he wants to push me then he’ll have to pay for it, the loss of a friend is one thing, but finding my body and a suicide note with his name written all over it would be the worst punishment I can think of.
Over and out.