It’s one of those days tears could come pouring out my eyes in an instant. One of those day that I wish I could turn back the hands of time because that argument wasn’t worth it. One of those days that I hate him so much that I love him even more. One of those days where my mom continuously asks about my boyfriend, so I have to lie or flat out ignore her because I don’t know if I have one. One of those days I wish I could wake up, because this has to be a dream. One of those days where dying is the best possible solution. One of those days.

The best kiss is a kiss that ends an argument. It’s one of the best ways to exhale.

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Girls that smoke are sexier than most. The ones who arnt afraid of a midnight toke. The ones who will hit the bong, And rap with you to your favorite song. The chick you hang with on a sunny day, And just share that dank ass J. Not the stuck up cunt Who talks shit in class. The one that rolls blunts, And knows how to puff and pass. So this poems to the girls that like that sticky weed, Because they are the best woman indeed.

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Im PISSED… I’ve been waiting to talk to my babe all day when I finally get the chance to he ruins it by being a complete ASSHOLE… I need some weed to calm my nerves.

Some people have no tact about themselves. I mean like not being able to listen is a curse in itself. Talking over people, cutting them off, and treating others with no respect will get you NO WHERE in life. But some will never learn…