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Not sure if you meant to send this to me, but my guess is we'd blow trees and chill, maybe run to the beach. That seems to be a staple of us hanging out. And anytime I suppose.
That's if you meant to send this to me lol

Either through poetry, or through awkward contact. Here's a tip: I don't smile at girls I don't have feelings for.

I've been asked, if you want to go I'll go by all means. Nero would be dope :)

Aww, that's not a question but it's very welcome! I miss you too!

Yes, poop.

Hooray!

I often wonder if I merely struggle with formal education. Many students with ADD like myself find formal education very boring, and we enjoy other things. Like music.

Vanilla.

Just a confession from a friend.

Awww you're adorable. You should gimme a call. :)

Love doesn't exist.

Of course you know me, at least you should :)

Cant man. Life is hard and I dont see the point anymore. Its all punishments and no rewards and I'm tired of pushing the button if the pellets dont come.

Not this.

http://www.idmu.co.uk/canmem.htm
Bam, hit a nigga with a freeze pop

I suppose I didn't fully answer this. I would say I'm a better person, now that I know where weakness is. But at the end of the day, strong and weak doesn't matter. We all know how we're gonna die: sad, lonely, and afraid. All of life is about happiness and sadness. I guess the more I look behind the curtain of life the less I wish I had.

Summer, and yes.

Everyone has that weakness. Drugs are an abomination; people think they can get over their weaknesses by doing the drugs in the first place. This escapism in society is the reason I fucking left college. Every drug has a side effect, and anything that alters your personality or perception is best left not taken, as people are weak and drugs are strong. Every person, including you, including me, is too weak to get away from that.

Weed, in conjunction with my own crippling weakness, ruined my life. The drug slows and stops the process by which people learn and encode long term memory, leading to me never learning correct coping skills. It made me paranoid, anxious, and depressed all the time. I'm like a poster child for the D.A.R.E. Campaign.