Me and Hunter walked around Mission Valley for three hours just to find Chili’s. Then we finally did. Then we got a big meal. And couldn’t afford it. The worst part about it was having a CUTE ASS waitress. Whom we left no tip. What a great day. ._.
It makes me lose confidence in life. I mean. I love weed. And I WANT to smoke it every day. But it’s to the point that my whole life depends on it. Depression is not fun to live with. Looking on the brighter side of things has completely removed itself from the list of my abilities. The key one that I need is the only one I don’t have.