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Ugh.

Fuck.

  So let's see. Where am I? I'm only a few moments from having pursed my lips on a steel barrel that was filled with some great weed. I'm not high yet. But can feel the undercurrents staling the air.

I feel as if you were to ask me, i'd tell you, i'm shit. Feeling like shit. Non-stop. But now, what I think may be happening, is that i'm noticing i'm not feeling like shit. I'm realizing there may be a possibility, I fool myself that i'm depressed because I've been that way so long. Interesting. It's hard to find happiness in everything, but I think it's coming back. :3

That makes me happy.