I went back to my dads house and a new school. I lived with my mom previously. and trust me, i've smoked more than a few bowls. considering offing myself though, shit never changes.
Hooooold on, please!
Maybe I'm misreading you, but are you saying you'd off yourself if you can't resist the kind bud? Please! Fuck the propaganda! The entire idea that having smoked more than a few bowls is anything evil or shameful is absolute, unadulterated hog wash! Smoke a bowl or joint and enjoy the healing!
If you consider your life as linear and you spend just under 20 years with your parents, if you only live until you are sixty that is less than a third of your life, if you live to be 80 it is less than a fourth. You have the power to change EVERYTHING after that period of time, you can live 2/3 or more of your life the way YOU want to live it. You are very near to the point where you can make the changes that you want. Hold on, you can do it. You've made it this far and you are so very close. Don't lose sight of the finish line.
In ten years you'll be amazed at how far you've come. In 15 years, this time right now will be all but a faded memory. In 20 years, you'll look back on your accomplishments and be astounded that you felt like your life was so bleak. Your parents may not ever change, but YOU can. (Mine never have, and I live far from them.)
This is good advice, kiddo!
Release. God, what a MINDfuck! I went through all kinds of hell and high water to get it... release! Freedome! Liberty! Space! Just leave me the FUCK alone, already, so I can clear my head and THINK!!!!
Well, I got it.
After some trouble
I found myself with a job and lodging and some brand new friends, who really were pretty decent. I had no more battle to fight, no more drama thrust upon me. The bills were paid and I had time off to figure out what to do with the extra earnings. Just... what I wanted and had asked for and gotten, finally... freedom.
So I'm sitting at the end of a rock jetty out into the Gulf on my first day off, just clearing my head, trying to think what to do next. All of a sudden, it occurred to me to wonder if I really existed. How would I know anyway? It was a terrifying moment!
Well, the feeling passed and, after a very shorty while, I found something to do. Raised a family, went on with my life.
This will pass. I promise! Please feel free to contact me if you want to shoot the shit. But don't off yourself. Having never done it, I can't say for sure if you'd regret it or not but my gut tells me so. I'm glad I didn't and I'm pretty sure my kids are glad too.
Hang on and wait to see what happens next.
Antigen