GUYS. GUYS. RENT. LA VIE BOHEM. AHAHAHAH. WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY. I’M TRIPPIN’ BALLS BUT I LOVE THIS SONG FUCK YOU GUYS. MUSICALS ARE COOL!

So…if I ever need to go to the hospital, what the fuck do I say to my parents? I’ve never been in this kind of situation before…

I wish I hadn’t had to move back home but I did and now I’m living with my parents and I mean…idk, I’m up for dying any day of the week, but uh…if it’s gonna be fuckin’ painful, I’m not up for that. I’m a pussy when it comes to long drawn-out death. I mean, I just wanna go peacefully…and if I die, then…well, I die. Everyone does. Idk why people would freak out over me accidentally speeding up the process…lol.

But uh. Anyways.
Yeah, my parents know I do drugs but they deny it with all of their being because they raised a “good, proper, respectful, catholic son” so it’s not like I can just tell them that I’ve been dexing every goddamn night and screwed up my organs.

And I can’t just leave otherwise they’ll think I’m going to some outrageous party when I’m supposed to be on lock-down majority of the time and they’ll take my license AGAIN. Plus, I don’t trust myself driving while tripping like this…

Soooooooooooooooooooo.
Idk. Probably won’t need to tonight (I hope since I’m not throwing up blood yet) but…just for future reference…what the fuck do I say? O_o This is kind of an awkward situation to be in…lol.