so maybe i'm just a fucking lowlife stoner. 

you gonna drop me for that? 

i know that sometimes we don't get along very well, but i think you're being petty. we've talked about it; i'm like this for a reason. i can't stop for a reason. you're choosing to ignore that reason and you're attacking me. you're attacking who i am, and that really hurts. instead of talking about it to me in a civilized way, like friends are supposed to do, you accuse me of things. 

i'm sick of being accused. i'm sick of you accusing me, of my mom, my sisters, my friends. you've been pointing fingers at me since 5th grade, and i'm ready to snap them off. sorry if that's harsh. 

it's hard for me. i don't have a great life with welcoming parents who live under the same roof as me. i don't have very many friends who actually love me for the person i am. i don't have a family that gets along at gatherings or cookouts. i don't have your life. 

you assume that people live the same life as you, that people are happy and content. it's a habit of yours. 

maybe that's why you can't understand where i'm coming from. why you can't understand i am the way i am. you miss all the important details. 

but it's okay; i'll forgive you in a matter of time. 

i always do, don't i? 

-s.