So I had decent grades, before Freshman year in high school. You know, drifting through middle school, not a care in the world.

Then I discovered pot. Pot was great, y'know. For a while. Then I though "Hey, fuck, I need a goddamn girlfriend." So I got one, for homecoming. It was goddamn amazing. I felt such affection for her; ever left. Unsurprisingly, after a month, I like my life could never be complete if she felt it was stupid and senseless, but realized she would put out. I waited, obviously.

Oh, shit, though! My parents found my stash and my sexual e-mails to and from my girlfriend. Suddenly, I am cut off from my social life. I realize I won't fuck my girlfriend or be in direct contact with my dealer anytime soon ('rents found both their names) so I decided to break it off. I told myself I'd stay with her another week to see how things turn out.

I just kinda drift through my classes one Monday, and this one chick in my art class really damn wins me over. So I go to my girlfriend and call the stupid relationship off. The thing is, the chick from my art class, I really had it in my head that she maybe liked me. I'm such a retard.

Hell, on the tuesday, I downed some Adderall at 10 P.M. and the morning I was so fucking wired I decided to act all nice and give my GameBoy Advance to my sister. I don't fucking give a shit, but damn.

I feel so shitty.

You're what, 14? Not meant as an insult, but serious question.

Work through it. Last time I heard about someone sounding like you, they committed suicide. At age 14.

quote:Originally posted by Cboys:

You're what, 14? Not meant as an insult, but serious question.

Work through it. Last time I heard about someone sounding like you, they committed suicide. At age 14.

Yes, 14.