You got it cooked up in your head son, sometime back when the real struggles were present, sometime back when it really was fubar. You need to remember you have enough weed to smoke more than 2 bowls. Get high. Not on anything but trees. Smoke your weeds. Smoke some weed. Stop living like you need to ration your weed and fucking Smoke. Smoke it up kid. Get back to the heart you had through the darkest of days. Get out there and share that shine of yours. Stop fucking drinking, nothing good ever came from alcohol besides bikini coffee shops and cocaine*(jk).

Stop rationing your feelings K, and this is tbc in another post. I'm not trying to leave you hanging. I love you more than even weed and hopefully this short post illuminates a relationship with even my dearest friend , yet nothing is always cut and dry, simple. Nothing is ever simple. Our love actually is. It's the easiest thing if we get out of each other's or moreso, our own ways.

Please next time you have something to say, say it to me, something to share , share it with me please I beg. I just ever wanted to hear about you and yes, the nonsense of your day but the deep down just as well the truth of it. The everything.