Thirteen year old me
I am so, freakin', MAD. i am mad at my mom because she keeps telling me she'll quit smoking, which i didnt even know she smoked untill i was 13, and im mad at stupid beer because it turns people into stupid drunks who crash stupid cars into stupid walls! (that didnt actaully happen, but im terrified I'll die in a car crash, that or be kidnaped by some freaking molester whos been drinking freaking beer) i will never drink beer. maybe ill have a sip or two every so often when im over 21, but I'll never, ever, ever, be drunk. ever. I'm just ashamed i live in a world where i have to be scarred of murderers and molesters. i bet you can guess just how fabulous our super bowl party went. oh, ya, yay and crap to the flippin colts. woohoo
I just dug this out of the metaphorical closet. In reality it's from the journal of my first Gaia account. I'd forgotten about this. We'd just gotten home from the Superbowl party, obviously the one where the Colts won. My mom had been drinking and I just HATED IT. God. Never have I hated something more. I stick by what I said two years ago. No drinking for me. No smoking EVER. And no drugs. Talk about ruining your life! DX<
