marijuana does awful
things to people like forcing them to talk about how much they
smoke it on every single f×cking social network
every single f×cking
day
She is not
''my girl''. She belongs to herself, and
to all of the world. And I am blessed, for with all her freedom,
she still comes back to me, moment to moment, day by day, and
night by night. How much more blessed can I
be?