After going through hell and back to find buy a blunt, I'm sitting here taking hit after hit...thinking I should smoke the entire dutch..regardless of the fact that I planed to save it for tomorrow. Another hit, chase another oblivion. My head hurts, and I'm starting to feel sad again. The memories are returning..having you in my life is shit. How did i come here? There's nothing I want, no higher desire. There's nothing to chase, and no where to escape. Always chasing, never satisfied, in every oblivion and in every dream of everyday. The potential for fulfillment outweighs the risk of disappointment.