I suppose zoloft has been working for my most destructive thoughts, because I missed one day and all hell broke loose when it comes to my moods. Unfortunately, I’m not sure if that is worth the constant fatigue. I thought at first it was my eating habits, but I ate rather healthily yesterday and still slept practically all day today. I don’t know.
So my parents just found out about my fourteen year old brother smoking weed because they found this on his window ledge. So in the middle of a huge lecture my dad decides to open the Baggie and smell it to see how strong it is. He immediately starts crying with laughter. THIS NIGGA HAS BEEN BUYING AND SMOKING FUCKING OREGANO. FUCKIN ITALIAN HERBS. SON. I CAN’T. I CANNOT. I CAN’T DO THIS.
HELP I CANT BREATHE
Golly. @w@ I am glad to be on site staff.
I’m open, by the way! Here: