I just had to share this with you all. I just joined a depression support group (not online, but real meetings I go to) and what do I find there? A connection to get pot. I mean, is that ironic or what? I never had a connection where I live, so I took that as I sign that I just should not be doing it. So I join this support group to help myself get better and the first damn person I meet smokes weed, invited me over to smoke tonight and said she can get it for me whenever I want. Oh the irony!
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