hey guys, guess what?
I don’t smoke weed and I don’t like it. But I don’t judge people for what they do or don’t do.
Because everyone is entitled to their own opinion. Everyone runs their own life and they’re free to do whatever they want.
Nobody is better than someone else so don’t judge someone for what they do.
Put yourself in their shoes.
You don’t like people who smoke weed? I don’t either, but some of my friends do it but I don’t stop being their friend cause of it.
Some of the best people you’ll ever meet may smoke weed, but if you always judge you’ll never know.
Be open-minded.
Don’t judge.
If you don’t like my opinion, oh well. It’s my opinion.
I’m not here to impress you or anyone else.

I’m just a girl. I’m country. I’m a ginger. I overreact. I cry when I should laugh. I’m human. I make mistakes regularly. I have a boyfriend. I’m 16 and still a virgin. I like country music and rock.
And I have secrets.
I have a past.
Everyday I have a personal struggle with my self-confidence and just myself overall.
I have this thing about me, no matter what I do or say, I never feel good enough for anyone. I’ll cry myself to sleep at night because I constantly worry about letting someone down or disappointing them.
I do the best at everything I do but I’m just me. I’m just one person. And for once, I don’t wanna have to fight. I don’t wanna have to fight myself. I don’t wanna have to fight for someone’s love and attention. I wanna feel good enough for someone. A dream that seems too good to ever come true.

I’m starting to question the definition, the meaning, of a friend. I thought a friend was someone who was there for you. Through everything. I thought friendships consisted of honesty and trust. Now, I wonder if anyone is a true friend. I hate being let down. I wonder if anyone knows how to be truthful. So while I sit here and cry, my “friend” is busy getting back to her old life. Not to mention her friend told me she had moved. Her mom told her grandma. Why can’t you just be honest? If you feel so bad about it, knowing it would hurt people, why did you do it. Why couldn’t you tell us on your own?
Enjoy your new old life. Forget about us up here. I welcomed you back with open arms but it was all a setup. It’s like getting dumped. It hurts and you cry. Losing you is like losing a part of me all over again. I am hurt. I am upset. But you made this decision for you. I hope you’re happy and I hope it was for the best.

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Truck Yeah
Wanna get jacked up Yeah
Lets crank it on up Yeah
With a little bit of luck I can find me a boy with a Truck Yeah
We can love it on up Yeah
Til the sun comes up Yeah
If you think this life I love is a little too country
Truck Yeah!