My parents don't want me talking to this guy, but I like this guy. I was used to seeing him everyday and now I barely talk to him. Thay think he's bad for me, but he made me happy. I was happy the way I was, but my parents didn't like it. I was happy doing drops with him and getting high all the time. I would write my book or read other books in the passenger seat as he drove us around the city to do drops. I know it's not ideal or my parents' vision for me, they think I was throwing my life away, but that doesn't mean I really was. I was still trying to work hard and get all I needed done. I was still making something of myself, just not as much as I am now. When I got locked up, I had to stay longer than I had to cause my parents were setting these rules and I wasn't happy. I had a whole breakdown, screaming, they had to give me shots to calm me down. I cooperated of course, but I really wasn't happy. This new life of mine, makes me want to go back to being locked up. I prefered there than I do my house right now. I know this is all temporary, but still sucks. I know this is probably a little white girl's problem, but I'm allowed my own problems.
