I’m not high anymore, at least I don’t feel like it. I hate watching basketball, that shit ain’t amusing to me. None of this shit amuses me forreal. Some shit’s just relatable. I can’t even talk to some people. That sucks, because I hate having no one to talk to. But if I was to tell some of y’all about my life you’d be amused by it. I’m not high anymore. I can’t wait til I’m 18. When I’m 18 I’ll leave. Imma go somewhere and never come back. I don’t know where. Maybe I’ll go be with Earth. Sometimes it feels like she’s the only one that understands me. Other times it seems like she just doesn’t understand me. Other times it seems like she just doesn’t wanna understand me. But either way she makes me happy. And she makes me feel wanted. Most people don’t. Sometimes she makes me hate other people. Sometimes she makes me feel unwanted. I’m trembling, but I’m not high anymore. If I was high I’d feel good. Sometimes I don’t even see the purpose in getting high. Like it’s supposed to make you feel good. Sometimes it doesn’t do that for me. I wish I could just feel good without getting high. People out here selling 2-12 hour happiness. Shits crazy. That’s not even happiness, that’s just the will to chill. I don’t know if I like the high feeling. I’m at the point where I’m just studying and experimenting. I’m a kid so I can do that. Earth does it. Earth is what really makes me happy. I can’t even be with Earth until I’m at least 18, cause she lives in a different state. Every time I write she comes up. She’s a constant thought. I hate when she doesn’t talk to me. Now that I think about it, I feel like if she was to just stop talking to me one day, I’d probably die a little inside. I’d be depressed for sure. I always wonder if we’ve seen each other before and we just don’t remember. And i wonder what the case would be if one of us was to die before we get to see each other. Idk. I’m just talking at this point. I’m not high anymore.