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How's it going?
I've been stoned everyday for a while, a year or so. I know someone who grows it and is always giving it to me (I know, I'm blessed. Or am I?). The thing is, I hate how much I love it. I love being high more than anything else, most times. And it's always there.
Productivity is way low, I can't get any job that requires a piss test, I could care less about social commitments, care less about anything really.
Why do drugs demand such a toll? Why do they even exist? God's a bitch.
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