Posted On:11.12.10 @ 01:32 | Permalink
time on my hands, money on my mind. school, work, and smoke = daily grind. do or do not, there is no try. i quit talking to god when he wouldn't reply. now i pack my blunts with the tip of my rosary. i am what i am, not what i'm supposed to be. stress is far away when loved ones are close to me.
i write when i can, and live when i don't. my weed habit is a lot more controlled than i let on. i like making things with my hands and have a strong appreciation for the little things. i love telling people stories, especially when mary jane is present. one day, it'll all make sense