Outside under the stars. Smoking up and knowing I'm supposed to not feel alone. But yet, I feel I am. I have my family and friends yes, I thought I found love, but that was false. Am I the only one experiencing this paradox?
I'm not hating against those who decide to live and love freely. I believe to live and let live. Humanity was gifted with free will since the beginning of time. You can't break that. If you do, there are consequences for it.
I'm in a successful point in my life and I wanna share it with someone other than the crowd I keep getting friend zoned in. I want someone real...til then, smoke weed everyday