Just saying, but I never really was into poetry. I’m sorry if I say things wrong, have horrible grammar or any other mistakes as I am currently high on weed.

Now then, with that cleared up, I’d like to bring back what I might talk about right now. I am absolutely in love for my cousin and want to be with her. My friend finally hooked me up with the hubby bars I wanted as you can see. I hate the poetry on here.

Since weed is considered a truth serum (used in the 1920’s by cops on mobsters to find all the drug labs and whatever by getting them to give the info openly) then I may say somethings I would otherwise keep to myself. I told my cousin I want to kiss her and I asked for a birthday hug, as she knows I love her, and she seems open to a kiss as well.

The voices haven’t come back yet, but I still cringe at most everything that makes a sound or moves. I really don’t need to go into detail on anything because I lose the ADHD when I’m stoned as well as the depression, but it’s only alleviated. I still think about suicide, but rarely now. Wow the weed hit me hard now. Well, I just want to say I love Jasmine sooooo much. Goodnight everyone I guess.

Comment for a smile on my face, especially if you make it even the least bit humorous. 🙂