don't do drugs. i am an average white fiteen-year old upper middle class suburbanite. i have two siblings, aged 13 and 7. i'll tell this chronologically. last night, i made a thread about xanax on the boards, then took some. i woke up at elevn this morning, feeling a pleasant after effect. i asked my mother if i could mow the lawn, because i like to mow the lawn. she said fine. i went to mow the lawn, got halfway through the first part, ran out of gas. my dad came over and told me to move grass i had cut in previous weeks back from the public path leading to the field where people dumped their grass. i did not realize i was supposed to dump the grass in the field, because i don't pay attention very well. i misunderstood what he was saying, anbd he said "i'll do it myself," and took the key from the lawnmower. i have bi-polar disorder, and had been taking xanax the night before. it made me very angry that he took the key and kept me from doing something i liked. i had an "episode" as my therapist calls them, called my dad all sorts of horrible shit, told him he was fat, bald, forty-seven and no one would care if he died, he called me a little faggot, i challenged him to fight, he wouldn't, he left. i asked my mom if he was coming back. "maybe." she seriously thinks there's a chance they'll get divorced, although apparently there's other shit going on with them, my mom says "so, you'd only partly contribute to the reasons for the divorce." i'm not worried about me, other than possibly having to leave my private school and go back to the shitty public one, but my siblings will get fucked up, i think. comments? hatred directed at me? advice? whatever.
my mom divorced twice when my younger sis and i were little. we're not fucked up. your parents are adults and have to deal with their shit.. they can try to blame you or whomever else for it but they're wrong. they're not being honest with themselves. sorry you're dealing with this. life is fuckin rough sometimes.
Your "episode?" Nothing more than released stress over the atmosphere you've been living in ~ them not getting along; you feeling loose, on your nice, mellow X crash, but not TOO loose-y goose-y (no physical violence); and your concern over the little dude(s) and/or dudette(s). It's truly a good thing to be able to find a way to "release," but, like that? It usually equals the end of whatever the relationship used to be... (i thought you were going to say something about the X and then being in the sun ~ you got a super sunburn or other adverse reaction. Glad it was just the, mmm, last day *gulp* of your old way of life... Errr, hmmm, <~ is ShuttingTFU!
Dude i like drugs, and ive NEVER gotten mad enough at my dad to challenge him to a fight, my dads 49 and he would kick my ass up and down from here to ny and back. I cant believe u challenged ur dad to a fight. thats fucked up.
AHAHAH exactly. and who likes mowing the grass? ihave a riding lawn mower and i hate cutting the grass.
15 and has a threrapist, worried about the constraints of private school. Blows my mind, at 15 my biggest issues where, do I watch HeMan or Ninja Turtles. I think Teens are having to grow up too fast nowadays. Geez, I just listened to myself, sound like an old fart. My advice, dude, some people have real problems
I'd rather be in a public school than a private school. free education, some people dont get it at all.
you seem a bit edgy. i hope your dad understands your fucking 15 and bi polar, ovbiously your gunna let off some steam once and a while
oh no public school! boo hoo. look at it this way, there's bound to be a lot more connections in a public school.