Well in fourth grade I transferred to a new school and I instantly fell in love with this girl, five years later we're going out. Bear in mind the entire time I have never liked another girl, bearly look at any others. Anyway she puts me through loads of shit while going out, we only kissed once, she doesn't let me hug her, or barely come close to her and basically acts like I didn't exist. Well, she ends up kissing a friend and doesn't even apolgize or try to make it up to me, but I forgive her because I am just that naive. After about slightly over one year of going out she breaks up with me and I am severely broken hearted, I mean she was a bitch but she was my bitch.
So a few months later I decide to share some weed I had obtained with here and a coupple friends over at a friends house. There is her, two other girls and one other guy. Anyway they all get liquored up and drunk as hell and won't smoke anything because she has the "Drugs are bad mmmkay..." mentallity so I smoke most of it myself. I have smoked a lot but this is my first time it had any effect and I got really fucked up. So, halfway through the night she basically starts making out with the other guy that was with us, right in front of me. Oh thank the lord for Mary Jane! I was so fucking high I just sat there laughing at her insanely and screaming she was a whore and completely out of her mind, I was the one really out of my mind. The next morning when I thought about it I thought how sick and disgusting it was and was almost reduced to tears.
There you go, a nice tragic love story involving weed.
