You know, while I’m on, let me rant about pot.

No, I do not smoke pot to look cool. So stop fucking assuming that I do it to look cool.

No, pot hasn’t killed me. It actually has made me a more open minded relaxed person who doesn’t tweak a shit over every little damn thing.

No, my grades aren’t plummeting and I’m not a dumb person. As far as I can see, I got a 33 on my ACT. That’s not dumb.

No, I don’t give a shit what you think.

No, I’m not addicted. Contrary to belief, I can stop. I just don’t want to because I like it. If I asked you to stop eating your favorite food, would you? No. Because you like it. Doesn’t mean you’re addicted.

Ok. Thanks.

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On Monday I kissed this chick in front of really religious people handing out bibles, because that’s how out of my way I will go to piss off people who infringe on others basic rights :)　

You know that I love you. You know that I care about you, and want nothing to hurt you. You should know that I care about you more than I care about myself. But I feel like I’m hurting you. And you’re hurting me. It’s such a funny thing that relationships are supposed to be perfect. There isn’t supposed to be pain and misery and the constant worry nagging at the back of your mind that something might go wrong in the night. But that’s all I know now. And I love it.

I’m addicted to your pain.

Slowly I’ve become addicted to my own.

These are the kinds of days I live for

Anonymous asked: What's the hardest drug you've done? What was it like?

I tripped on acid a week ago.

It was… bliss. Amazingness. Perfection. Happiness. Beauty. Love. Serenity. Need I say more?

Sara and I are probably going to join a Cage Fitness class. We go like bam bam pow you dead motherfuckaaaa ;D

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