At the end of the day all I want to do is just sit here on the couch and burn one. Why am I not blessed to live in a medical state!?
I feel that I create stress for you, that I am a pain, and you can’t wait for me to leave. You have changed more than you realize and at times I wish we could go back to when things were good, back when I didn’t understand your faults; when I was still impressionable.