I have faith.

We're all broken. 

We're all facing our own struggles, but that doesn't mean we are not strong. Feeling broken is a part of BEING strong. Realizing you're broken and working on fixing it is the first step to FEELING strong. 

4/20, brah

Welllll, it's that time of year again. April 20th, also known as national imma smoke a huge fatty day. So I don't really know where I was planning on going with this post. I guess, I just wanted to stick up for the kids who go out and smoke as much marijuana as their body will allow them to consume in this 24 hour period. I'm not really sure why, but I get slightly offended when people put down those who smoke weed. Some of the most intelligent people I know smoke weed. Yeah, your brain cells supposedly get fried and blah blah blah. But in reality alcohol is SO much worse for your body, and your life in general. Alcohol causes over 2.5 million deaths a year. How many are results of marijuana smoking? None. I'm not saying that everyone should go out and smoke, but those arrogant assholes who frown upon people who do smoke can shove it. That is all.

"My problem is you aren't my friend anymore..."

I talked about you tonight. I ranted until the tears filled my eyes. I ranted until I let one tear fall. But only one because you're not worth any more than that. I ranted because you've pushed away everyone. You pushed away the one friend who finally accepted you for you. Finally accepted all of your faults, your sarcastic witty comments, your bitchyness, your negativity. I accepted them. Yet, you pushed me away too. Just like everyone else in your life. You blame the end of this friendship all on me. But maybe one day you'll realize that this is all you. You'd think you would finally get it. I'm not the first and definitely not the last great friend you lost. I feel bad for you. I feel bad because you'll never know how great of a friendship we could still have. I've moved on and created the greatest friendships with amazing people. But where are you? Your heads still shoved up his ass. So no one will ever know. Was this one relationship with such an asshole really worth losing the few friends you had? I wish I could throttle you sometimes. Drop-kick you across the universe for not realizing how much you actually meant to me. A friendship doesn't have to be 24/7. A text here or there is all that I needed. Not talking for weeks at a time was ok because when we did talk we would pick back up where we left off. That's what best friends do. Obviously, I misunderstood the "friendship" we had. It makes me reevaluate everything you've ever said. Makes me wonder if the things you said to me were actually true. If you actually meant what you said. I guess it really doesn't matter now because we'll never talk again.