so much for my crack review... i'll get to that latter...
Now my whole life is fucking starting to lose control... i just can't stand all the bullshit i go through, its fucking rediculous. I hate all the people in my business, i hate being called a dope head, i hate listing to athority, i hate having parents, i hate not having a car, i hate not having a life, i hate hating things... DAMN.... if something worth my time was avaliable then MAYBE i'd be a little more happy...
My step-mom always questions me about my drug use, and believe it or not i'm relaitvly clean.(save last night and that was only briefly) I, being the smart ass that i was, told her i was smoking crack in the bathroom and shootin dope in my room. Of course i wasn't but i hate being questioned about what i do. If i'm gonna get trashed i have the respect (most of the time) to do it elsewhere! Its my business what i put in my body, ya know! I know they "love" me or whatever, but they have no fucking respect or understanding for me. I can't even have a decent conversation with them. The only times they wanna talk is when they are wasted... (and I have the problem) When they are sober i don't exist... WTF?!?
anyway me and my step bro are going to his cousins house to stay the night and get trashed. PARTY!!!
2 hours latter....
so much for going over to thier house.. my step-bro flipped out and changed his mind... i swear we are a disfunctional famly...
