Last year I got caught up and my grandpa threatened me to give me a blood test... never happened but i'm still paranoid about it. now i'm always crabby as fuck and i get yelled at for being a bitch but it's their fault... if i had some Mary j i'd be much more happy
If you need a drug to make you happy then I suggest you take a second look at your current situation, because that, my friend, is considered a psychological addiction.
