fucking fuck on a fuck I hope college is better than being 17 Through the help of one really awesome new homie of mine, I've been thrust into a new group of friends in the grade above me and they're the nicest and most fun people to chill with. Unfortunately, I'm literally sick of weed at this point yet it remains a big part of the time we all spend together. I feel like I have to either have a joint or a cigarette in my mouth to hang with them. Oh my god my life is a storybook. On the bright side I've tried some amazing strains through the help of the dark web, which is an exciting process in itself. I'm thinking about selling bottled angst to UrbanOutfitters for an easy profit on a homemade and renewable product.
I'll put 'em in Mason jars, of course.