God sent.

Ch.3

I tried avoiding my mom for the rest of the day.
Around noon after I layed in my bed on my phone I decided to go get high, I'm always alone in situations like this.
I grabbed my lighter and my grinder from my dresser drawer besides my bed and grabbed my bong witch was in a box tucked under my bed so that my mom dosent take it and sell or pawn it for crack money.
When I get everything ready I bowl up a hoot and take a few. The smoke filled up the poorly lit up room slowly while I look at my red coloured LEDs and music played from my phone.
I started thinking about a whole bunch of things from beforehand.
I remember getting into a fight with someone over Molly and someone else for bumping into me.
I covered my face feeling the symptoms kick in while I felt my eyes droop abit.
I thought about the guy I saw this morning and how I was so stupid, but I remember his soothing look, like someone was actually wurried about me. I even thought about how I wanted to see him agine and maybe be friends.
I got up quickly cursing under my breath,
"You idiot, you don't need anyone what are you thinking."
I got up and threw my lighter at the wall.
"Your so weak."
I sat on the floor and leaned against my bed while I let my thoughts take over.

I don't do much on a daily basis, my life is boring. I have nobody, I've been alone in this world for so long it dosent bother me.
All I do is get high and vibe I guess, I don't do any other drugs but I rarely get drunk and take pills random people want to give me.
My friends are my mom's friends and their always somehow find a joint to go party at.
Most of the times I really don't want to go, but I do because I have nothing better to do, but now that I'm going to highschool I'm not sure how lifes going to be on a baisis.
My mom said I could join the badkitball team or something, I'm decent at it and a good enough hight for it too.
I want to go to get away from this place, I hate it here and my own home makes me sad.