I smoke cannabis because it helps me not hate my life. I also take a SSRI, which also helps me not be depressed. Add to that the long distance running I do also for positive well being. What I’ve learned in the onset of adulthood is that happiness is a responsibility, and if I can stay a step ahead of my depression by being good to myself, it is possible for me to enjoy the ride of life. Submission to sadness ultimately leads to my decay. This submission can be tempting. It is perhaps my vice. It doesn’t make a lot of sense.
I only drink when there is no pot
Feeling sad. Gonna go put on some nice clothes. See how that makes me feel