Okay, first of all. I love my boyfriend so much, he is my darling and the best boyfriend I could ever dream of having. But I hate pot. It's fucked up my life more than once. This being the third...or fourth time. My boyfriend was caught with pot tonight and this is such shit, I most likely won't be able to see him for a long time, and...ugh this just sucks.

I've never personally done drugs, I'm way to paranoid for it, and I don't like losing that much control, and drugs heighten your sense of paranoia, a very bad thing for me. I can carry on a perfectly good conversationg about drugs, and laugh while doing so, and I can understand how it relaxes you, and I've seen it make my boyfriend both meaner, and calmer, depending. But I've also seen my dad almost be taken to jail, while I was there, for smoking like a fucking dumbass in the woods...

So basically I'm just depressed, and pissed, and dissapointed. Ugh, I usually never write journals like this, but I'm just so...ugh.


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Okay, please check out these artists, they've put a lot of time into their artwork and their galleries are definately work a look. This was lots of fun and I think I'll continue doing it. ^^