Sometimes I feel like I have two people living inside of me.
One who is happy and loves to be outgoing and make friends and do all this awesome stuff.
And the other who is unhappy all the time, doesn't want to do anything but lay around, cry, and sleep.
I feel crazy and I'm sure everyone feels this way sometimes but really its like a constant battle to be happy. I feel like I need to do something, I don't know what but just something. Not therapy, it doesn't seem to help. Like I can talk to her and everything but its not helpful because once I leave that room everything comes back.
Weed doesn't seem to help either. Lately whenever I smoke its like I'm high for a half an hour, you know the good high where you're just happy and laughing and nothing is wrong, and then it goes away and I'm right back where I started. Like I enjoy weed and everything its just not as fun as it used to be. It doesn't last, and it doesn't help.
I don't know what to do though, I'm just like a ball of emotional shit that keeps rolling around and finding more shit, God is the dung beatle to my life. Just rollin me around in more shit.

I'M GOING TO SMOKE A BOWL

TELL ME ANYTHING YOU WANT HERE

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