daily glass of Mardini

This week has been so… strange. The kind of strange that is good. A lot of things have been happening.

I feel like everything good happens after a weekend of being stoned.

This weekend I had such a major trip out about my life. All I could think about was what I wanted in life, how I see myself, how people perceive me, analyzing every little detail, and came to many conclusions about myself. The kush made me see truths about myself that I didn’t want to accept, but I did. I remember seeing myself trapped in this box that was made out of bathroom tiles. The kind of tiles you see in horror movies when the gang makes a pit stop somewhere. I was falling down this staircase that never ended, and I felt trapped. The steps represented things in life to me and I couldn’t stop from going…

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