Things have just been getting worse and worse. In October, I wrecked my car. Finally got another one in December that won't pass inspection. I still live with my parents, so they have some control of my car, which also doesn't help, seeing as I hate their guts.
My pot habit may now have cost me my boyfriend, the one person who really gets me. I can't seem to keep a job, so I'm always broke, and then spending money I don't have.
I've made a conscious decision to quit smoking weed...if I don't just end it tonight with my mother's meds. I tried playing "Russian Roulette" a few weeks ago, with Tramadol and Klonopin, but obviously it didn't work as I'm still here.
Even here I get nothing. Go to my post history. You'll see everything I post is blatantly ignored. What's the point? Why bother?(don't bother with the whole God thing. I don't believe in it, or respect those who try to shove it down my throat)