smoke j, pass out.

I can control my actions, but not my life.

The most amazing coincidences can happen when you feel lost. 

The only person I ever open up to turned me down because she couldnt help me.

And, out of the blue a face from a fellowship I once knew popped up on facebook chat. 

I don’t know. But, here I go.


So I’ll smoke my joint, and think about my life.

I’ll sit and stirr in bed untill it ends. 

Then i can sleep. 

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