F*** YOU! Goddammit f*** you mom! You’re a f****** a****** for making me cry like this! I don’t care at all for this double standard b*******. Age is b*******. I don’t care that my cousin is older than me, doesn’t give her anymore right than I have to smoke. She has a kid! They’re off playing beer pong in the living room while the kid is stuck in his room. I don’t give a s*** if it’s her fiance’s birthday. Y’know what, good for them, let them smoke. But why the f*** can’t I? I’ve got actual medical conditions. Anxiety, depression, PTSD, bipolar, suicidal thoughts. F***, that s*** has gotten worse since I quit. I thought you would like me more if I didnt. F***, i just wanted to make up for the b******* i supposedly put you through. I just wanted to be as good as your favorite daughter. BUT NO. You’ll hotbox in an elevator with them! YOURE AN A******. F***, I’ll smoke when I want now. At least I know when to and when not to do that s***. It’s not like I have to have a rule system, apparently he’ll go overboard. He has to have a limit! I know mine! You f****** d***, what would you rather have? A stoner kid, or a dead one? F****** pick. Choose what you want! God I f****** hate you… Dont you dare question me tomorrow when you see all the blood on my arms, you know goddamn well it’s your fault! F*** YOU!
