m.o.b

maria over bitches

I’m sorry.

Is it possible to be heartbroken over something you did yourself? I haven’t been dumped but I’m so bummed at my actions and reactions I think I broke my own heart.. I love what I have. It’s perfect. Why is it so hard to speak about something that bothers you on the spot but so easy to lash out about soo many things all at once..
Love is crazy.

I was highly influenced by clueless, I chew all my food to extreme measures and take tiny pieces.

No one should read this.

I’ve been smoking weed since I was 12 years old, its like a part of who I am now. some of you might think that’s sad but, fuck you. I’ve recently decided not to quit but to stop for a couple months, this won’t be the first time I’ve stopped but for some reason this time it feels different… When I mention this to my friends I get two responses. 1. “Wtf ?? Why?? Dont do this!! 2. “Wow, that’s awesome Maria! Good luck I’m so proud of you”

To both I still say fuck you! I’m scared I’m going to find out how hard this really is, not because I think I’m addicted but because I don’t want to quit! I’m doing this for the following reasons. And though yall might think this is my main reason its not the more and more I think about it. I applied to a job a pretty cool job that drug tests. Everyone excepts that reason I stick to that reason. But really, maybe its time for a break, I wanna see who I am now without weed. I wanna see how far I can run, how healthy my diet can be, how funny I still am, how much more social I can be! Not that I lacked anything in any of the above fields, but why not be better? Anyway life will always be greener with weed in it But starting today I’ll try to color it green myself until the day I casually say yes to another puff. Until then Much love and respect, stay green, stay high and never too burnt <3

New.

New.

love is murder

love is murder, it killls a part of you after every time its trough. i learned that with you.

I like to keep my.drugs comfortable.

I like to keep my.drugs comfortable.

nostalgic.

I wish I knew you again or actually at all. I don’t know how I went so long without contact, now it seems to strange to just call or visit. I wonder if you think about me and wonder why I never visit… I don’t know how to go back but i miss you brother i wish i knew your daughter and i wish you knew me.

Strange morning?

Today I didn’t hit snooze which is extremely odd considering I had some glasses of sparkling wine and chugged a red one, smoked good ass weed and even did a line just playing some rockband. Anyway I didn’t hit snooze didn’t rush, found 2$ in my purse, my favorite stranger on Bart half smiled at me, usual angry black driver woman was replaced by a pleasant looking white man who keeps the doors open so we don’t have to wait 20mins in the cold, Pandora is playing all the jams! Today could possibly be an amazing day.