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this is the money dog, repost in the next 24 hours and money will come your way!!

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http://filmingcops.com/cop-ties-bag-over-mans-head-calls-him-ngger-and-tases-his-genitals-gets-to-keep-pension/

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how would you even start sex like kiss kiss oh ok look im inside you

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But I know that no one really cares about that last post it's just something I had on my mind and put out there so everyone knows why I'm "such a pot head"

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So today someone told me "bragging about how much weed you smoke is childish" while this may be true bragging about the quantity of weed you smoke is childish in my opinion. Let's take it back a step now. I'd say I'm a decently liked person these days. Of course everyone has someone who doesn't like them, that doesn't really bother me but when I was younger say my middle school till about sophmore year I didn't really have friends or anything. I started smoking weed my junior year and I noticed I became more mature and I started genuinely caring about people, how they feel, and their well-being. Now I'm not saying the weed made me a nice person or that I'm like perfect or act like I'm an adult nor anything like that, but the reason I talk about me smoking weed is because, let's put it this way. No one really knew me I was kind of a nobody before junior year before I started smoking. No one knows the place I was at before I started smoking. I would wake up and start drinking all day everyday because I was always so sad and it was the only thing that made me feel better and only temporarily and when I woke up I just wanted another drink to numb the damage caused the day before. I would cry all night drink half a bottle of NyQuil pop sleeping pills, anything just to take away the pain. I held a loaded gun to my temple, took pills hoping to never wake up. Nobody was fucking there for me. No one saw me suffering all you stupid fucks saw was a weird kid that no one knew or cared about. Now that's enough of my sappy past, I know non of you really care about that, let's take a step forward now. It was at the peak of this time the worst part of all the sadness right after me and the girl whom I lost my virginity to and whom I was with for 2 years. My "first love" broke up. I've never felt physical pain that could ever amount to the emotional pain I felt. I was on the verge of ending it all. Now I smoked weed like once or twice before this and yea I thought it was fun but nothing more. There was one night I was planning on ending it all, until a friend asked me to come hangout and smoke weed with them and I was hesitant at first but I didn't want my life to end I just wanted the pain to stop so I decided to go because I figured it might take my mind of it and help me survive the night. I went and smoked and for once I didn't feel the emotional pain. I felt happy, I felt at peace. Later that night I went home and fell asleep and awake feeling the most refreshed I've ever felt. Although I still awoke feeling sad and dull it made me survive the night. So I started smoking more. 2-3 times a week until it was every night. I started noticing that I could smile again. I could laugh and be happy even when I wasn't high. Until I didn't even think about the pain like it never existed. Marijuana saved my life. Marijuana was there when no one was. Marijuana is the reason I'm alive, so the next time you try to tell me that I smoke to much or that's all I talk about wouldn't you want to give the person who saved your life credit?

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The thought of suicide has always been an interest to me. I think about out of all the people I've met who would come to the funeral. Who would it truly hurt and who's life would not change at all. I feel like death is the only way to know how truly important you are to people. Which is really sad, that we're caught up in to much day to day to tell everyone how important they really are Instead of pouring it out when they can't hear you anymore. Sometime I think about it simply so I don't have to deal with life, I like sleeping for that reason. There's to much stress society puts on everyone to live this perfect life instead of doing what makes you happy.

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Sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, I’m not going to make it, but you laugh inside — remembering all the times you’ve felt that way.

Charles Bukowski (via observando)

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if you are attracted to me you are required by law to tell me. 

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Taking a razor blade to your own skin is the worst mistake you’ll ever make.