My parents

okay, so my mom was in the middle of Costco yelling about my "drug problem" even though Ive been on T break for 4 weeks right now, she yelled as loud as she could "you have a fucking drug problem!!" while she was yelling this, she was purchasing a 100$ bottle of whiskey, i explained to her how i can smoke legally in 5 days, (i don't live with my mom, she just called me over to help her shop) and she still just bitches at me saying i have an addiction and shit when she pops pills every single day, and i make more than 10 times the money at my job than she does, my dad knows i smoke, hes pretty chill about it, he disapproves of it but he doesn't try to force his beliefs on me, so im pretty pissed about this, my mom smoked for years when she was like 13, and im 22 so like what the fuck, what should i do to make her stop harassing me?

 

a random guy came up to me "hey i had parents like that too, just stick it out", i was really embarassed...the alcohol was right next to the childrens toys (ironic right?) and so my mother was letting loose cuss words around little children so thats even worse

 

but i dont love her, i hate her, i have hated her since i was 10, theyve called the police on me for having a lighter, i had a lighter for fireworks when i was 9 and they called the cops to my house saying i was using crack and pot....the cop almost called CPS, they would break my pieces right in front of me, theyve taken my money to pay for the bills when my mom got fired for being an incompetent asshole, ive lived without a bed in my room for 5 years, they took my bed, i slept on the floor, there was black mold growing in the bathroom, the only way i can even get on the internet is using my own money, when i lived with my parents i got a toothbrush and tylenol for christmas, i hope my bitch mom rots in hell for all eternity, i know it sounds horrible but i hope she gets to hell and satan sticks a fucking needing in her eye. the last time i was in my room there was bullet holes in the walls, axe marks, yes wood chopping axes in the walls, they're there from when my parents would rage and come into my room with weapons, everything in my life ive had to buy, the only thing they ever bought for me in my life was tylenol, and a mirror and a little black bag (one of those first aid ones), everything else in my room i bought, my bed, my DOOR, even my door lock, my desk, everything, i moved out from that house (thank god) and when i left i took all of the things i paid for, and the room was stripped to the bone, the only thing left was a window covered in mold around the pivots and an empty closet, i hope she rots in hell for eternity, when i was in elementary, middle and high school i had to pay for all of my field trips and every school function, my mom, is a bitch,

 

hey Junkie, i recognize that mouse/rat i cant remember if you knew me or my friend "weedlivesforme"

 

oh, and im thinking about making this my signature, what do you think?

Me arriving at my friends house
Me:dude it smells like weed and shit in here
him: yeah i was smoking and taking a dump
me: in the living room?

 

i was in the middle of that song on my ipod when u posted that o.o

 

his signature was this, this was me and him, like legitly we know each other

Me arriving at my friends house
Me:dude it smells like weed and shit in here
weedlivesforme: yeah i was smoking and taking a dump
me: in the living room?

he got banned for asking to be banned

 

its one of those things where you get called up by someone and they know you are just making up excuses to not see them

 

haha i love you junkiedays, keep posting comments so i can give u a billion +rep