my life is like a song
so my relatively ok day turned to shit as soon as i got home. my mother asked me into her room, and that's never a good sign, especially when she asks me to close the door behind me.
turns out, when she was unpacking my clothes from my trip (which is really weird because im usually living out of my suitcase until everything is dirty), she went to put my shoes away in their box and found that the box was filled with all my weed. yeah i got caught. turns out im not such a smooth operator.
she wasn't mad though because she knows i only resorted to drugs because we have been dealing with my depression my entire life. see the thing is, generally i'm not a happy person. it always takes something to give me that feeling of goodness and when i finally grab ahold of something it never lasts. only recently have i been able to hold onto those 2 special people that make me happy. you know who you are. thanks.
now the only thing i have to deal with is my father.
turns out, when she was unpacking my clothes from my trip (which is really weird because im usually living out of my suitcase until everything is dirty), she went to put my shoes away in their box and found that the box was filled with all my weed. yeah i got caught. turns out im not such a smooth operator.
she wasn't mad though because she knows i only resorted to drugs because we have been dealing with my depression my entire life. see the thing is, generally i'm not a happy person. it always takes something to give me that feeling of goodness and when i finally grab ahold of something it never lasts. only recently have i been able to hold onto those 2 special people that make me happy. you know who you are. thanks.
now the only thing i have to deal with is my father.