I need out ASAP

So this is my first time posting on GC, I'm always reading the forums but never really even considered posting (I just enjoy reading everyones stony post haha)
 
ANYWAYS..... so I'm just gonna dive into this, I can't really recall the first time I toked, it was either the summer going into my 8th grade year or the summer going into my freshman year of high school. Regardless of when it happen I didn't know anything about weed as far as prices and shit. This guy who was maybe 3 years older lived down my street and pulled out an altoids can and told me to grab some, that bitch was jam packed!! Now that I think about it it was like a qt. I probably grabbed like 2 gs or some shit haha good times! I went home, grabbed some of my pops papers and attempted smoking a j... FAIL. I never really smoked after that UNTIL, the summer going into sophomore year, my buds scooped me up and we went over to a friends to toke and swim, damn that was the first time I actually got BLAZED! We packed 3 bowls and a blunt (this was my first time actually blazing) we hot-boxed my buds garage. As soon as that was over we went into his house and I was out of my mind hahahaha damn how I miss those days! I remember walking around his house cause I didn't wanna sit down and when I did I was just moving my upper body in a circular motion. We got into the car to go get some sonic, I'm zoned out and I hear cop sirens! MAAAAAN, it was just fuckin tyler the creator on, that one song where the cop sirens come on at the end. That day was epic.
 
So through out my sophomore year of hs I would smoke on occasion with friends and that was tight but my JUNIOR year of hs came along, that's when I began smoking frequently, I was through with everyone in school and was just ready to gtfo, I smoked everyday by myself for the most part, senior year came along and I told my mom I toked, she was real cool about it and didn't mind me smoking at home (or she just rather me smoke at home than somewhere else) but I still hadn't told my pops about me blazing. The thing was, my dad blazed himself and drinks a beer or two a day, like that nigga is ALWAYS chillin after work haha.
 
So 3 days before I turned 18 my pops came in my room bitchin, he was holding a bag with ashes and I already knew those ashes were from a blunt, he was like, "wtf is this..(didn't let me respond) it's from marijuana." and I was like, "yea, it's mine."  do yada yada we gave each other space, I told him I knew he smoke and he was basically like just be smart and make good choices. So I'm thinking right on! We're gucci, NO, he finds my stash jar which was EMPTY btw only keef, and he's like WTF and I'm like wtf you mean, like hold up hommie! That bitch is empty, he's like.. "I wonder why?" GTFO 
 
Basically I'm really upset with my pops, I've never had a tight relationship with my parents as far as talking to them about the things in my life. They were always at work which don't me wrong I LOVE THEM TO DEATH, they've worked so hard their entire lifes just to provide for my brothers and I what we wanted and what we needed but I've never felt like I've had an actual relationship with them. I feel like they don't know me and they just keep bullshitting about my life, like smoking.... The only reason I'm upset is because I KNOW I'm a great person, not boosting but I feel like I have great intentions, I stayed out of trouble, worked though out school and kept up with my school work! All the dumbasses I went to school with were too busy 'TURNING UP' and running from cops.  I'm in college and I work, I don't ever go out and come back at like 4 am, I'm just like DAMNIT, you have a good kid and all you're doing is pushing me away. I can't really speak to them because it's the same shit all the time, they just don't understand me. I feel like they have all these expectations and all I wan't to do is be a positive person, I wan't to get out and roam and write and maybe that's because I feel tapped. It's horrible because I don't want to be depressed and maybe I already am and idk it because I'm too worried trying to live up to their expectations and one little thing goes wrong BAM, non stop bitching and it's annoying AF! But I feel hurt, I was really down last night, I couldn't talk to anyone, I didn't know what to do, I just laid in bed, finally passed out. 
 
Now I'm here, typing this long ass rant. Thanks for reading.
I need to get a new better paying job and move out! 
My happiness comes before anyone's and I'm not letting their shit bring me down, I'm just gonna have to hold it down for a few months and save up then I'm outta here!           
 
 

 

my brother moved out and was telling me his landlord can go into their place WHENEVER or some shit like that, sooo I'm like does the hiding just never end??

 

LMAO

 

why no, no I haven't

 

 

I'll call you daddy, headass hahaha I'm a bonafide hustla boo