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"got any weed?" ... "did you bring weed?"

is that all you have to say to me? am i your weed messiah now? is there nothing else we can talk about besides weed and your need for it and your desire for it? is that all i am to you now? i don't have any. talk about creating a monster. i thought i was cool too, but this has gone too far. i can't respect you anymore, not while you're like this. i'm sad now, i don't like the way this situation turned out. i can't wait for you to grow up; i can't wait for you to get out of this phase. i don't know what to believe about you anymore. if only a script existed like those afternoon specials, but we're not like that. like they say, you learn from your mistakes, and you pay from your mistakes, heaven knows i'm still paying for mine. i don't want to regress. true sadness fills my heart...again, coz "you break my heart, but then again, you break everyone's heart."