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Sick of all the bullshit
Anyone else love weed, but are sick of all the fucking bullshit surrounding it?
I'm sick of the fucking braggers, the ones that say they wanna get blitzed off the planet but suddenly when you've got some green have this mystical excuse as to why it's "just not the right time".
I'm sick of all the straight-edge pricks telling me I'll go nowhere in my life, when I've most likely got a better future stacked for me than they do for themselves.
I'm sick of all the sketchy fucking posers out there, who're only your freinds when you've got weed, and suddenly dissapear after.
I'm sick of the dealers, who try and fuck you and then act like youre the asshole when you demand at least your money's worth.
To this day I still don't know who it is that stole my bong from my house while I was taking a fucking shower. Or even if thats what happened, honestly I'm not sure. Its all so freaking weird. I've got a good idea who it was, but I cant prove it, and I've got too much shit to lose over a peice of glass. It would feel so good to bash the fucker I think stole it in the face, but I've had so much shit between me and the parents lately, this would be the straw that breaks the camels back. That, and the fact that this skinny motherfucker has shitloads of freinds, assholes who call my house in the middle of the night and give empty threats when I confront this kid about the theft, which he still denies. Ugh. I settled for threats all around, and quit hanging out with those bitches. Their loss, if I ever hear about shit being said or done about this on their part then I'll get involved.
And I'm sick of the fact that even though I think I did the right thing over my peice getting jacked, I still feel like I didn't do enough. Whatever, a peice of glass isn't worth all that would come from this, thats what I tell myself.
I know all this shit sounds so juvenile, I just kinda needed to get it out, you know.
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