Well, it started a while ago. Let me take you back to September 2009, where I started my second year at university. I moved in next door to a lovely, short blonde girl. She was cute. Nice, friendly... she was just lovely. Anyway I had sex with her for about a month, but then she got bored of my idiotic, naive, immature, clingy personality. (Don't worry it gets better). She left me, and then a year later we got back together. We were together for a year and a half. It was pure love. We were perfect together - except, I used to hate her smoking weed. I was told by the law that it was bad, and somehow was brainwashed into thinking what she was doing was stupid and wrong. It was me being stuck in the brainwashed world and her being more free that drove us apart, and soon I was left all broked and alone. BUT - so... enters, WEED!! It was something she did to feel better, so why don't I try it. It was the best discovery ever. Why sit in all day crying and depressed, when you can be high and, at least, content. I soon overcame this messed up phase, and decided to bring weed into my happier life the other end of the tunnel. Now, I chill. I chill good.
No. We tried, but too much shit had happened in between. But it's fine - I moved to America a couple months ago and it dragged me right out of the bad stage. I'm all good now!
Sounds like she was a pretty cool chick, props bud. Girls i meet around here aren't really that into smoking pot. Glad to hear you're doing well man.