=warning= I can't spell for 'S'huga'H'uny'I'ce'T'ea, so if you have anything to say about it,,,To bad....(i'm not in a good mood ATM)
Alright, i left Italy because i was desperate, i had dropped out of school, i was doing all those things that mom always said not to do, i sat my ass on the computer for days at the time, only to get up when i was hungry, had to take a shit, or if the guys where coming to smoke (one of the things mom said not to do). and luky for me, i had a sister that cared for me, so she took me in, and said live with me. On the other hand, I had that ""I don't care"" attitude, and at that time i really didn't care about anything, i didn't know what school was for, i didn't know my position in this screwed up society. All i did was sit on the computer and play games, chat, watch porn, and just...sit...my house was, before i left, and untill now, basically a pot house. One of my "friends" is a mellow hash/weed dealer, and he comes to my house to deal, but it's not like he brings anyone to the house to sell/smoke/chat etc. we know them from either clubs or just by living, you know, usually when you live... you get to know ppl...but that's not the point. My house is usually full of ppl that smoke just hang out. i didn't know this at the time, but i was a pot head, but not one of those stupid ones. i always had this thought in my head saying that what i was doing, was bad. but as i said, i didn't care. once i left for the states, i hated it there, because i was always usto having a full house of ppl just chilling, smoking, and just having a good time.
Where are my parents you say? Well, my parents worked, a lot. At least my dad did. he's a bowling alley manager, and he was short of staf for about 3 monts, so that means he worked every damn day, every day...so he was never home from 10am till about 12am...sometimes later, sometimes earlyer.
Mom worked in the base commisary, you military brats shuld know what that is, You ppl that don't know what it is,,, ask someone, i'm not in the mood to explain.
Funny thing about mom is that she loves me too much, and i had a short temper. She always told me that it was bad to smoke, but that i shuld know and learn what it is and what it could do to you, i took too much advantage of it, and became what she had warned me from. before this whole thing i remember making mom cry, just about every day, in the car, going to school. because i just didn't want to hear anything, didn't want to do anything, and my life was going towards the slums..i was going to be a bum. But that's where my sister comes in, and this is why i'm writing this now.
about 3 months b4 august, i noticed my life going down, so i asked my sister to help me, i begged and pleaded my sister to take me away from here, because i didn't have a future, (i'm talking about italy) here.
by the way i had a 1.02 gpa in italy, actually, that was the highest gpa i've ever had. and when i left for the states, 3rd Quarter, i had a 3.45, my life had changed. I actaully did what normal...what....12? 14? year old kids did. I'd barely clean my room, actually i never did clean my room, i never cleaned a bathroom, i've never done dishes. as a 16(almost 17) i've not done what half the population of the world thought was normal.
when i moved to my sister's place, i saw, that i had the easy life, but that life was not a life. i was going to be a bum living that easy life. when i got to my sisters place she made me do all the normal things, but i hated it, i've never done it before. and i didn't want to do it. I gues i was just usto mom doing everything.
**i've lost track of the rest of the story, i'm not in the mood of going back to edit and crap...**
i'm just writing because...a shitload of ppl told me not to do it, it's bad for you, don't do it,,,i kept on, i did it. I chose to, no1 did it for me. it was all me
but yea, i noticed that it's not good. i'm getting fat,,, i hate being fat....i can't sing tenor anymore because of smoking, i can't run anymore because of smoking, and when i actually get to talk to that one girl i've ben dien to talk to, she sais, " i don't do smokers" puts her hand up, and walks away
it killed me.
i gues i'll go on with the...story? damn...it's my life afterall
__P.S__...Cedeca, I miss you