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This planet is populated with nothing but fools, and me and my buddies...
Everyone sucks except those who attend my Saturday night party. And tonight's is going to be swell...since its a birthday party for a freind who was feeling low (due to being fired) and is excited he is having a party.
Plus between stupid medical stuff and genreal depression, and my boss greatly dissappointing me as a person, I am feeling pretty sad and low. So I am glad to have a party, and glad to have so many great freinds who come out to party on the weekends.
But you know, I'm starting to wonder if I love the parties, or if I love having people to get loaded with, so I can feel like less of a loser/stoner/constantly wasted type. I tend to worry a lot about nothing, but I also tend to get high whenever I'm sad, which is more and more lately.
Any thoughts?
Plus between stupid medical stuff and genreal depression, and my boss greatly dissappointing me as a person, I am feeling pretty sad and low. So I am glad to have a party, and glad to have so many great freinds who come out to party on the weekends.
But you know, I'm starting to wonder if I love the parties, or if I love having people to get loaded with, so I can feel like less of a loser/stoner/constantly wasted type. I tend to worry a lot about nothing, but I also tend to get high whenever I'm sad, which is more and more lately.
Any thoughts?