“Crush a bit, little bit, roll it up, take a hit
Feelin’ lit, feelin’ light, 2 AM summer night.”
First stage, roll a joint and get high enough to calm the anxiety. √ (best I can do for a check mark – the square root sign).
Sitting at Tim’s drinking a hot chocolate, sitting on my laptop. I feel like everyone is looking at me. Like they know what is going through my head. They know what my plans are tonight.
I look away and ignore them. If they did know exactly what I was planning, wouldn’t you think they would care enough to confront me?
Who knows, who cares?