It's hopeless.....
Friday night I went partying with my friend Mike and I got unbelievably high, and then had some rum and coke, and then smoked another blunt with my friends. Holy shit I was BAKED. Then when they went for another liquor run, they dropped me off at my house. I fell asleep on thecouch and my mom woke me up, slightly inebriated, and started bitching me out about having people in the house, when nobody had come over all day. She wouldn't stop yelling at me and then when she saw my eyes, started tripping out asking me what I was on. I got pissed and went to bed and then she burst in and jumped on top of me and started hitting me. She slugged me twice in the stomach, but my face was allright, because I covered it up.
I fucking hate all of this bullshit. I hate it, I want it all to just go away. I got stoned last night too, but stayed away from the alcohol because I didn't want to get drunk. It's too damn much for me. I can't take it anymore. I have a counselors appointment this Tuesday, but I don't want to go. What am I supposed to say?
I hope it's better for all of you than me.
I fucking hate all of this bullshit. I hate it, I want it all to just go away. I got stoned last night too, but stayed away from the alcohol because I didn't want to get drunk. It's too damn much for me. I can't take it anymore. I have a counselors appointment this Tuesday, but I don't want to go. What am I supposed to say?
I hope it's better for all of you than me.