this little girl was getting baked
this literally makes me have so much more faith in humanity. I wish this had so many more notes, people need to see and realize that marijuana is not a drug, it is a medicine, an herb, a natural plant that grows from the earth. How can alcohol be legal while marijuana is illegal and it cures people, it makes people see the beauty in life, it stops pain, it makes you happy for a while. I just don’t get it
^^^ it’s like you took the words right from my mouth.
I’m too opinionated. I laugh too loud. I feel too deeply. I cry too often. Sometimes I like to be the center of attention. There’s days I’d rather spend alone than have to exchange a conversation with one single human. Occasionally words come out of my mouth before I get the chance to think them through and they don’t come out quite the way I had planned. I can be too honest. I prefer not to beat around the bush, which is sometimes mistaken for a lack of manners. I’m quick to pass judgement. I’m disorganized. I’m forgetful. I’m messy.
BUT I’M TRYING.
Every damn day, I’m trying. Trying to please others, trying to stay sane and do good for myself and along the way, trying to figure out just who exactly I am, and where I fit into this world.
I have good days. The days when I’ve got everything figured out. I’m happy with the woman I’ve grown into and I know exactly where I’m headed. I’m confident and excited. These are the days I try to hold on to.
I have bad days. The days where my head turns into a maze and my chest has become an over-filled water balloon. I don’t know what my future holds, and half the time I’m not sure what’s going on in the present. “I’m not doing my best, being my best, I need to do better…. but I can’t.” I’m a bad daughter, bad sister, bad friend, bad person. I’m nervous, anxious and even a little bit scared. This is most days.
BUT I’M TRYING.
That’s how we roll.