i wish i was there with you to help you get though all this i know its tough but 8 months and you can ride by her house with your ass sticking out of the car window with brenda on both cheeks in red magic marker pot is a magical thing but i find myself getting depressed on it lately,it has given my happyness if onl for a short time.i love all my new freinds but even with the help of reefer i find that im sliping back into the person i used to be...the one i truely hate.to make matters worse the girl i've liked since 7th grade is going out with my best freind and even weed cant erase the pain.but the moral of the story is dont use a drug as a crutch to get though life day to day,i did and im becomeing more miserable than i ever was before.i love my ganja but i HAVE to give it up for a while atleast untill i am free of the smoke clouding my mind and it because i was dependant on it maybe it will be a good thing for you to take a break.and do not feel ashamed for crying ive cried myself to sleep many a time too.i would go absolutly bonker if my dad took my books away i feel bad for you not being able to turn those slowly yellowing pages.if you need someone to talk to,leagal advise,or just a freind drop me a line [email protected]
KronicKing Reviewed by KronicKing on . So, What's Gonna Happen To Me Now? Okay, here's the skimmy.... My friend had a joint rolled up and everything ready to go. Brenda (my ex-mother) was in the other room reading or whatever so I wanted to smoke some of it (she wanted to save most of it for her tonight when she goes with her boyfriend). So, I take two hits and we're sitting in here talking (she didn't smoke, by the way) and she has to make a call. So, I go and get the phone from in the living room where my mom is not even thinking about the smell. I sit down Rating: 5