if you don’t currently have any weed, you’re so fucking brave, hang in there, i’ve been where you are and i promise it gets better, you’ll have weed again soon, i’m blessing you all with that energy

If you knew me 1+ years ago, and we don’t really talk anymore… you do not know me now. I have changed so much since then and you genuinely don’t know who I am anymore. Your perception of me is of someone who no longer exists, just a past version of myself I grew out of.

im 12 years old sitting on my bed reading it’s midnight it’s summer my window is open the crickets are very loud but very soothing my room smells dusty and warm and no one else exists. im 12 years old. the feeling never goes away.