i had kind of a different experience today
with the weedujuanas,
instead of feeling really hyper or really suicidal
i just . . . could breathe
i could sing and feel alive
i could paint and think 'good' things
i could laugh with no remorse or guilt
but. then.
it wore off, and i needed more
so i went to my friends
and sold her some **** so i could get some addy
and man, i wish i wasn't so destructive
otherwise,
none of this would happen.
but
whatever.
life's life
and here i
am
.
.
.