Smoked so much, I don't claim to be a pothead cause I'm not but when I smoke to ease off stress I go at it. Just finished off my baggy. I'm home alone as my mother is going to pick up the Uncle at the airport.
And each day that passes, I'm reminded more and more how much I have to get the Fuck out of here, out of this atmosphere. I'm tired and too old to deal with my parents wrecked marriage, I'm sick of getting stuck in between, trying to make the peace. Their relationship has gotten me down so much in the past but as of now I'm just fucking over it. Hate eachother... be cowards and don't get the Divorce. Have it your way, just let me be happy. At least let me try. Well glad it hasn't been physical for years, now it's just emotional bullying I have to deal with. Over my head. I'm out, my friend just came to pick me up. Just gives me one more reason to strive for more of a getaway, and to hustle my way to living alone and moving out of the parentals. I do love them, but I need to get out of this crap and be alone. I'm better off.
