i live with my mom and every time i go to smoke a joint she follows me outside and she starts bitching at me, saying "i know what you're doing" then she'll go on and on saying shit like, "you love only one thing why don't you admit that you're addicted I KNOW YOU ARE ADDICTED TO POT BECAUSE THAT'S WHAT THEY TOLD ME IN REHAB I KNOW IT'S ADDICTIVE" and she says that while drinking coffee and smoking fucking cigarettes. I'm damned near 20 years old, mind you--not some 14 year old idiot kid who doesn't know shit. but rehab doesn't teach you shit but DEA propaganda, maybe she ought to take a class in pharmacology and find out what is true. when you look at the blatant truth, it's obvious that weed is harmless.

i get sick of hearing her hateful comments, telling me i'm nothing but a lazy worthless druggie , and she says "WHY DON'T YOU GO GET LOADED SOME MORE". loaded? I didn't think this shit was heroin.

i think you should thank god that your mom isn't anything like my mom. if my mom was cool i would make her breakfast lunch and dinner. but my mom is a fucking cunt bitch and is probably my least favorite person to be around, because her constant bitching and screaming and yelling and criticizing. not to mention her constant mood swings, of her giving me money to buy pot and then screaming at me for smoking pot. and when i tell her to see a doctor for her obvious neurotic behavior, she acts like a little kid, saying "DON'T FUCKING TELL ME WHAT TO DO I'M 50 YEARS OLD!" i can't believe i came out of her sometimes.

end of rant. i hate life sometimes *siiigh*.