I'd kill for you don't even start 🕸️
By danaulama
Music on
I grew up very sheltered.
I had to be home before dark, couldn't have a single drop of alcohol before I was legal, my friends needed to be approved by my dad.
Wear extra socks, conservative clothing, limited time indoors, plates needed to be cleaned of all food, no wasting.
It was a life which raised me to make me more dependent but, to me it made me more independent. But regardless of the independence I learned, I cannot deny that I was sheltered.
Living on my own made me realize all of this, where almost everyone in my college class has tried mushrooms at least once before graduating high school. Everyone is a stoner in some way, and are either high when you meet them or smokes a joint and won’t hesitate to offer you a ride home. And some of my closest friends talk about drugs as some fun activity they do on the weekends.
It started making me curious.
“I want to try. At least once.”
Well, I just experienced my roommate’s sister having an overdose in the hallway. And all thoughts of drugs now make my skin crawl.
I believe I was raised right. Which is not to say that my friends who do decide to use substances like these weren’t.
Her name’s Sarah, and she is 17 years old, currently in the hospital after overdosing on a type of drug which I have no idea about.
I was sheltered by today's standards, but now I think I was just protected. Because I know for a fact that my dad, who was in his prime in the 80’s, had probably tried every type of drug available under the sun.
And drugs are a secret popular thing, they don’t talk about it publicly. But ask a friend, and they will probably tell you “Yes, I did acid before.” and tell you all about their life altering experience like it's a must have lesson one must go through. Not a lesson in “don’t do drugs” but a lesson in “do drugs”.
I hate it.
I hate it so much I don't want to make friends anymore.
Despite the fact that they are all okay with your choices to do or not to do drugs, it's there…
It’s insanely accessible. And that’s what scares me. Because all I have to do is ask.
۫ ˑ ֗ ִ ˑ 𖥔 ۫ ּ ֗ ۪ ⊹ ˑ ִ ֗ ִ˖۫ ˑ ֗ ִwake up it's 2004!! ⊹ ˑ ִ ֗ˑ ּ 𖥔 ۫ ּ ֗ ۪ ⊹ ˑ ִ ֗ ִ˖
you're seeing a breaking bad concert. everyone is having a great time. walter seems a little excited. "we have a surprise for you guys." jesse says. all the sudden saul goodman comes out and starts singing the breaking bad remix. when saul gets to my daddy and my mommy, someone else starts singing. "you are not the guy you're not capable of being the guy i had a guy but now i don't you are not the guy." Lights flash everywhere and you see walter and jesse singing my daddy and my mommy along with saul while mike sings you are not the guy. Everyone in the crowd is going wild and starts crying. Then if things couldn't get any better, gus and max walk onto stage and kiss, holding the gay flag.
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