This is a reply threat to Maras beautiful one.
I got tired lying to my parents, I also felt uncomfortable with that, so I decided to confess my use of cannabis.
I hoped to earn understanding, of course I knew that she would be shocked or so but I didn't expect that reaction.
So, today, when my mother came home, I gave her a bunch of papers with evidence of the propaganda of cannabis. She looked at it and said: Why are you giving me that? Do you want to say you use cannabis?
I took all my force and said: yes.
First she was shocked, then emotional and ended up going to work crying.
She didn't even touch the papers.
She didn't listen to what I wanted to say.
She just begged me to stop. I got very emotional, too.
She said I was such a good boy. I asked if I was an evil one now. She said yes.
She said I was an addict, that I should stop, asked if it was too late, said I should go to a doctor, to cure my addiction. I said I wasn't addicted. You can't be addicted my cannabis. This was my active choice, it helped me to live. She did't listen, asked what I missed in my life, said that that was the reason I was so pale lately (that was because I hanged at home for the last 2 weeks), and she only begged me to stop.
This was kinda hard for me. This surely doesn't help my state of mind.
I only can hope that what GOD said was right: that somewhen we will earn when wi seeded something good and we only have to wait...
I got tired lying to my parents, I also felt uncomfortable with that, so I decided to confess my use of cannabis.
I hoped to earn understanding, of course I knew that she would be shocked or so but I didn't expect that reaction.
So, today, when my mother came home, I gave her a bunch of papers with evidence of the propaganda of cannabis. She looked at it and said: Why are you giving me that? Do you want to say you use cannabis?
I took all my force and said: yes.
First she was shocked, then emotional and ended up going to work crying.
She didn't even touch the papers.
She didn't listen to what I wanted to say.
She just begged me to stop. I got very emotional, too.
She said I was such a good boy. I asked if I was an evil one now. She said yes.
She said I was an addict, that I should stop, asked if it was too late, said I should go to a doctor, to cure my addiction. I said I wasn't addicted. You can't be addicted my cannabis. This was my active choice, it helped me to live. She did't listen, asked what I missed in my life, said that that was the reason I was so pale lately (that was because I hanged at home for the last 2 weeks), and she only begged me to stop.
This was kinda hard for me. This surely doesn't help my state of mind.
I only can hope that what GOD said was right: that somewhen we will earn when wi seeded something good and we only have to wait...