This whole weekend was full of the phrase "remember last year." Yeah, I remember it a lot, and I fucking miss it. And it was also full of the phrase " I can't wait until next year" When things will most likely be 10 times worse, and we will be wishing it was last year all over again.Sitting on my kitchen counter at this moment is an empty box of cough medicine, aluminum foil, a few empty adderall pills, and a can with resin all over it. "My daughter smokes weed, and overdoses on cough medicine" I should care about this, I really should. But to me it doesn't seem like a big deal compared to half the shit that has happend to me that my parents don't know about. I smoked the bag that I got today already because I figured I'd figure I wouldn't flip out as badly. So right now, everything seems completely fine to me. I got to hangout with my a few of my close pals today. I've noticed that live for now, instead of for the future. When my high goes down, I'll realize that I'm somewhat fucked and I'll start caring, and then I'll realize I'm back at right where I started from. I'll realize that my parents will start caring about what the fuck I do again. I'll go insane if my fucking cunt of a mother won't let me fucking see Jehs, that girl is my sanity in all honesty.