Once, when I was in middle school, I found my brother's weed. At that time I used to dream of being a cook, and since I didn't know what it was, I thought it was a spice. So I used it to cook for my family that night. We all got really stoned, and nobody ever found out why.
I found out I'll die at the end of 2014. And that I can't do anything "thrilling" because it'll just make me die faster. I've been alone almost everyday and i really don't know what to do.
Until I was like 10, smarties were my favorite candy, not because I liked their taste the best, but because I thought somehow they'd legitimately make me really intelligent.
I am a virgin... and proud! I'm saving myself for my future husband because I want to have sex with just one person in my life. One that I really love.
