I just smoke on my bowl and drink a beer and think, "Biggie died for this ****" (no literally he died so that my gf could listen to Opeth while I listen to Drake omg what a ****ty deal) (It's totally an alright track) (way better than that lil wayne ****)
The most heartbreaking thing I'm dealing with currently (which isn't that bad, all things considered) is that I can't discuss the Survivor finale with anyone. Womp, womp.