Also don't forget to check out extreme peace tonight
To try to re explain the title, I suddenly remember the way I was at 18. But I did not remember it until I hit the point of being pleased with war. At that moment and ever since that moment there has been a mirror. My reaction to my new tolerances, the things I'm able to imagine and Digest, my real reaction is that oh my God I must have been possessed by a demon. The actual demons in my life have been women and marijuana. If too many women and marijuanas can take 1998 me and make him tolerate all this shit, then damn.
It was a great relief since September of last year to not have to think about cum guzzler Harris cackling every other day, but zioDon couldn’t help himself sucking that jew dick
I never thought it would happen to me. I never wanted to ever touch the stuff but when a close friend I trusted with my life introduced me to crack cocaine he said it wasn't as bad as i thought. The fuck it isn't. Ive been hiding this addiction for 3 years now and I just know my life is so close to crashing down into nothing because I cant stop using this nigger drug. Ive always said it was for niggers and I admit im basically a nigger now. Any advice on how I stop smoking this shit between all the deserved insults would be appreciated. I need to get a grip and I can't believe ive managed to hold my life together this long.. but I can feel the rocky bottom fast approaching and im desperate to stop. This is absolutely a cry for help.
