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I just need to bleed already.
PMS is pointless.
I got in a fight with my parents the other day.
They finally called me out about my 'drug abuse'
Whatever, I probably made too big of a deal about the whole situation.
It would have been so much easier to cry and say I was sorry... and just try not to come home so fucking stoned.
Oh well, I got mad.
Now I have to stay mad. I can't leave character and act like I regret my actions.. I don't.
I think I've more than proved that I can be a responsible individual. I've grown more and done so much better for myself in this year alone. If smoking pot is a problem NOW.. well shit.. what was it last week? You knew I was smoking the ganj back then, too.
I'm just frustrated. I was WAY off this time last year.
My mom would walk into the back room at 6 in the morning... thinking I had just gotten home and was super drunk.
Yeah right.. she'd close the door and I'd snort so much shit up my nose.. you would think that the magic puddle went out of style.
But see.. I don't do stupid shit like that anymore.
I've LEARNED my lesson.
I did the "I want to be a hoe-bag" thing.
I just want to be normal..
And NOW I feel like scum.
where was everyone back then?
It would have HELPED if you would have called me worthless.
Now, it just hurts.
Not to mention that my dog has been finding weed in the house lately. And our weed NEVER makes it into the house... to be quite honest with you.. our weed doesn't look as good as the weed Kobe has been finding. We smoke so much that we resort to buying swag.. and this was straight chronic.
I've also found a HUGE STEM in the back of my mom's intrepid.
I'm just "young and rebellous"..
trying to "grow up too quickly"..
trying to "live life too fast paced."
I'm going to go jump into my stereotype now.
If you need me, I'll be number 72 in the statistic race.
PMS is pointless.
I got in a fight with my parents the other day.
They finally called me out about my 'drug abuse'
Whatever, I probably made too big of a deal about the whole situation.
It would have been so much easier to cry and say I was sorry... and just try not to come home so fucking stoned.
Oh well, I got mad.
Now I have to stay mad. I can't leave character and act like I regret my actions.. I don't.
I think I've more than proved that I can be a responsible individual. I've grown more and done so much better for myself in this year alone. If smoking pot is a problem NOW.. well shit.. what was it last week? You knew I was smoking the ganj back then, too.
I'm just frustrated. I was WAY off this time last year.
My mom would walk into the back room at 6 in the morning... thinking I had just gotten home and was super drunk.
Yeah right.. she'd close the door and I'd snort so much shit up my nose.. you would think that the magic puddle went out of style.
But see.. I don't do stupid shit like that anymore.
I've LEARNED my lesson.
I did the "I want to be a hoe-bag" thing.
I just want to be normal..
And NOW I feel like scum.
where was everyone back then?
It would have HELPED if you would have called me worthless.
Now, it just hurts.
Not to mention that my dog has been finding weed in the house lately. And our weed NEVER makes it into the house... to be quite honest with you.. our weed doesn't look as good as the weed Kobe has been finding. We smoke so much that we resort to buying swag.. and this was straight chronic.
I've also found a HUGE STEM in the back of my mom's intrepid.
I'm just "young and rebellous"..
trying to "grow up too quickly"..
trying to "live life too fast paced."
I'm going to go jump into my stereotype now.
If you need me, I'll be number 72 in the statistic race.