Let's Write A Song That We Can Dance To ♫

Well hello there again, Tiffani here.
So normally, this is the part where you talk all about yourself in an endless paragraph of nothingness that noone actually gives a shit about because we know you're just pulling random junk out of your head that probably isn't true or is over dramaticized anyway.
Well, this isn't the first blog I've ever written, and i'm tired of the whole, Hello, My Name Is sticker being plastered to my first few posts. Blech, right?
So we're just going to have a little chat here.

Adam and I haven't been together for quite a while now, and out of the blue, he wants me back.
Icker;
I told him it was going to take awhile and that I wasn't comfortable being the girl that's there when you want them and gone when you don't.
I was proud of myself.
But in all honesty, I feel like I need to be a better person, for him. And I'm not ready for that.
Tiffani, you can't even lie to yourself. This is all about the weed.
Ugh, now don't get me wrong, I'm not a dim-witted stoner. It's just something i do once in a while to.. release.
I've always needed that in my life.
First it was the cutting, then the smoking, then the weed, then Adam.
Adam was gone, so the bud came back, I guess.
I don't do it to get high, I do it because I'm with my friends, we're having a good time, and I get some of my best understanding of life in general when I'm, ahem, under the influence.

But enough with that.
I had the most brilliant idea the other day.
I feel like quite the little semaritan.

When I recieve my first paycheck, I know what i plan on doing.
The first twenty dollars I earn, under contractship, of course, I'm dumping in the middle of the street.
Mmhmm, that's right. Attached to it with be a little note that says:

Please, if you truly need this, I ask you

to pick it up and buy a sandwhich

or a blanket, or put a little money down

on the rent that's already two months

behind. But please be heartfelt here,

do you really need this? Do you need

this token to continue your life?

Please pick this up and carry it to

another location, where you can place it

on a sidewalk, or the floor of a department

store. This twenty dollars could be the

tomorrow for a stranger.

Yupp, thought of this whole idea lying on the couch the other day, and I plan to go through with it.

Honestly, would you spend this? Or would you be greatful enough for what you do have to drop it off somewhere else. This act of kindness might change your life one day.

So for now, I will leave with this thought, please give feedback.

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