BUT FIRST THIS:
I got home from Leigh's today and took yet ANOTHER drug test administered by my parents. I failed. Again. For what it's worth I haven't touched a thing since Dec. 20th, 2008. Except a minimal amount of alcohol, minimal, jesus. I am so fucking tired of this. Yeah, I certainly do, DID, have a significant drug problem, however much of a secret it was, but it's being taking care of, and I'm not really having any kind of terrible craving(s) except when my mother is yelling, etc., and forcing me to talk about it over and over again. FIN.
I can't live here anymore. I have to get out of here. If I show that I'm somehow outwardly aggravated with my terribly annoying sister or mother, I get accused of "BEING ON DRUGS". Dude, some people are just annoying and it's practically impossible to pretend otherwise. It's a fucking dormitory over here and if I got this far sober, fuck.
Despite everything, I'm a good kid. I could have been born anyone else, but I wasn't. I'm not an idiot. Drugs are a crutch, but besides that I could have been born DADDY'S GIRL I LOVE NOLA WOOO PERCY SHELLEY CLEAVAGE CLEAVAGE and I wasn't. Dude, really.
AND NOW THIS:
a shirt that is kind of good just like look at those bears dogs? Scumlife?
a shirt that is good no really i do like it a lot