I’ve been struggling to put into words how grateful I am for everything that’s happened over the last ten years. I’ve seen things and places that I’d only ever dreamt of when I was growing up.
i am 25 years old and have lived on my own for 3 yrs and today my parents held a “family meeting” to tell me they know i smoke weed and are worried about my “well-being”. they think i rely on it too much and can’t stop.. i couldn’t believe it. i had to step outside to hit my pen