I'm really getting sick and goddamn tired of my roommates being high all the time.
Seriously?
It's 4:30 in the afternoon and I'm welcomed back with you packing a bowl.
I'm not the cool one though.
I don't smoke.
I'm the weak one.
Fuck you.
Fuck all of you.
I'm sorry I'm not 14 and don't think it's cool to be high whenever possible.
I have no self control because I smoke cigarettes?
Fuck you.
It's black and white, really.
Fuck you.
Seventeen.
- September 22, 2010
- SimpleSouvenir
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