Anonymous

I’m not letting on about my discoveries yet. It’s been surprisingly easy since it’s so shocking, it’s almost not real anyway.

After I told my mother, she yelled at me for being so upset and shouted, largely out of frustration, “What am I supposed to do now? She was a child?” I ran out of my house crying, furious with her.

A few months later, his wife got pregnant and I think his world was crashing down before his eyes.

You’re going to read this. Right now.

5. You hate everyone and feel hated by everyone.

Marijuana, as with all other drugs, allowed me to be the ultimate escapist, and in escaping, I became lost and ill-equipped to handle the world — and life.

I’m scared.

If we say we want to stay friends we have an ulterior motive (probably sex).