Well, honestly. It (weed/me/life) got to the point where weed consumed my life. I loved her so much, smoked her everyday, loved pretty much ever fucking moment of it. Then it started to be to much and all I did was smoke, eat, listen to music, chill out and go to the lake. My life and job and relationships were going down. So I am searching for a job and need to be clean. Around here they usually all U.A. besides some fucken sweat/slave factory I use to work at.
I am a new me and a new life. Like it's as if I have to re-define myself and who I am. Because that was who I was. My style, my life, my everything.
Oh Mary Jane.
Did that make sense?