Day Eight: Every morning… I brush my teeth. #mayphotoaday (Taken with instagram)
Day Five: Work & Play. Running shoes & my TOMS. Wore both today. #mayphotoaday (Taken with instagram)
Over the past few years, I’ve learned that…
smoking a joint right after you get out of emotional hysterics is like a having a cigarette after amazing sex.
Like tonight right now. I was so pissed off, ready to damage things. But in a moment of clarity, I remembered I had an extra joint that my brother gave for me a while back. It was kind of old, and stale, but it still did the job.
I’m not angry anymore. I’m just content. I know later I’ll be sad about the situation, but for now, I’m in a better place. I just needed something to calm my nerves.
I think at 26 years-old, you would have thought I would have discovered a better coping mechanism. Meh.
