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Jul 28, 2005 14:46

I decided to read my journal from the beginning. I took my life for fucking granite. I would have so much fun, do so much shit, and still think my day sucked ( Read more... )

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ilovefishhair July 28 2005, 23:30:46 UTC
Well, I hope that you're having some fun there, and I'm sure that you'll have an ok time once school starts there.

I remember when you didn't do drugs (except your perscriptions), and you seemed pretty happy. Sometimes I thought that it was partly my fault because I seemed to be one of the first people that smoked with you (like at TFO and before). I'm sure that you tried it before me, but it seemed like I was there when you first started getting into iti. I don't do it anymore because it's totally dulled my mind. I can stare off into space for 10 minutes without a single thought coming to my head. I don't think that weed is evil, like I think other drugs are, but it can certainly cause problems if you use it everyday or center your life around it.

But living with your dad is probably best for right now, because I'm sure that drugs would be too seductive of a choice if you were to come back at this point.

Have fun.

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jimmymot July 29 2005, 01:08:34 UTC
it wasn't your fault at all and it wasn't a bad thing that it happened; Weed actually did help me with some things. I just went too far with it.

Weed, and weed alone, would definatly be tempting if I went back to my mom's but I know I would never let it become the center of my existence ever again. I've gained too much perspective on it now.

No fun here. :(

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losermansonite July 29 2005, 01:10:19 UTC
I love you too, Jimmy

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jimmymot July 29 2005, 01:15:03 UTC
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jimmymot July 29 2005, 01:15:51 UTC
I remember when we took that picture. But I forget what the text says.

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i_hate_ice_wars July 30 2005, 18:16:48 UTC
It's um...Not "granite". That's a stone. It's "granted".

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jimmymot July 31 2005, 20:11:12 UTC
AAHHAHAHAHAHAHAA

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