March
I got enough pot but I'm really low. Somehow I feel like I'm stabbing my parents in back and their seeing every rotten, stinking, filthy thing I've done in my life.
I'm sure their so disappointed in me that if they appeared now in front of me and had to claim me as their daughter they would surely deny I was related to
them. I'm so depressed I could just jump off a bridge. No matter how much grass I smoke I just can't shake this darkness that has a hold of me.
Life really sucks.
PM
I'm feeling better than what I was earlier. That's all thanks to Janis. She gave me some Dexies and now I'm so full of energy I don't know what to do with all of it! We talked about the party and walked around over by Haight-Ashbury and watched the Hare Krishna's dance and visited some of the shops there.
They had some really neat shit and Janis and I both wish we had all the money in the world to buy all of it! Wouldn't that be amazing? To own such groovy
shit and party all the time!
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Slipped Away
General FictionThis is the diary of a teenage girl's descent into the world of drugs. Mature content. Not for the squeamish. I do not own anything except my characters and this story. I wrote it from an idea I had, and I just rolled with it to see where it would g...
