"You're my problem-"

Being high is great.

A weight is lifted off of your shoulders and you can breathe. I mean, it's a little hard to breathe but the air feels real. As though it's something you've been seeking your whole life. The final piece to your jigsaw puzzle.

It's all in your head, what you feel.

Or is it in your head? It might just be the true reality and when you're not high, it's a facade. Everything and everyone is a facade. Nobody's real. Nothing is real. Hell, is real even real?

I mean, what do I know? I'm 15 and do all sorts. I'm out extremely late every night. I practically own the streets at this point. Most of the local "druggies"-that's what the normies call us- know my name. I give and receive. What I give depends on how I feel. But what I receive is always the same.

One mini seal off, plastic bag full of weed. It's what keeps me going everyday. Every now and then it's a few lines of coke but it doesn't really soothe my endless migraine and anxiety the way weed does.

Being high is great.
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I'm new here and have no clue who anyone is. I attend Haven Fall High and it's pretty cool, I must say. The people are great and the social events are always a blast but then it also feels off. Well, this one girl seems off.

She's short and stands at about 5'3? I'm 5'6 so she's definitely tiny besides me. She's got a small head and an adorable face. She's literally a baby in the body of a 16 year old. I think she's 16.. She's got these gorgeous golden curls that bounce as she walks. She's practically a mini barbie doll. Except, she doesn't act how she looks.

She looks like she doesn't have a care for the world. But in a good way. Like..she's never upset. Or never fails to have a smile on her face. I've never seen her smile though.

She lingers around the hallways for most of the school hours. Damn, I sound like a weirdo. I should probably stop ranting about her.
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