coming home stoned and being to high to know if you smell aha

You like her so much you don’t notice she’s a hoe.

I wish I could look like anyone but my self.

i miss making my little homemade bongs toking in my closet then eating chips and just chill on my bed spinning, it was my favorite. i miss smoking everytime there was a little event at school just cause. i miss my pipe. i met so many new people. the smell. the winter time getting stoned so much. having a good time. searching for a bud hookup hitting up people. being super fucking bored. smoking then having a good ass night alone then a good sleep. i miss all my friends that got caught. shit is so different now. weed isnt worth it. but i think good times is. weed is such a beautiful happy thing. its bliss. 

I would love to be thick. But when I gained some weight over this year I hated it so much so idk. But I still know some people would love to be my size.

My heart still drops when I get a text from you.

I think my old friends are losers. I think I should be out partying. I forgot about everyone and myself. I don’t like my dad and he doesn’t like me and i don’t care. My mom is everything but I hurt her and take her for granted. All of my friends are bitches and I dislike so much about them. I want to be perfect so I spend a lot of money. I’m still trying to find myself. I’m prude. I’m worthless but yet I think I’m better than everyone. I forget about people’s feelings. I dont know what I want. I’m a bitch. I get ignored a lot too. This is the brutal truth.