i got home from another shitty first day.
three people pushed my books of my hand.
i was publically embarrassed twice.
by the same person.
ive just learned to not give a shit anymore.
everywhere i go they hate me.
no matter what i do they hate me.
might as well have a grand old time doing what i love if im just gonna get judged anyway.
and what do i love?
well, you see, i love alot of things.
though looking at me first glance, most people wouldnt think so.
theyd think im a lowlife nobody, classic stoner.
well theyre right about the stoner part.
one thing i love, that little plant.
how bad can it be? its a plant for crying out loud.
i mean hey, if theres this miracle drug that takes your mind off of anything for a while, why wouldnt everyone want to do it?
people think im throwing my life away.
how could i?
everyone treats me like shit.
theyre the ones making me each day take a step closer to the edge of the bridge or the center of the highway.
not the fucking miracle drug making me forget it all.
