It's whatever I like.

19th August 2012

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My house is not your drug den.

I had one of my cousins come over to help me paint I left him alone while I was at work. I come home to find my other cousin there being shady. The house reeked. My cousin tried to play it off as cigarettes and paint but I know what that smells like together. This was a different chemical smell. He leaves in the morning job unfinished. I count my fathers pain meds and much to my surprise (not) 60 pills were missing.
I do not care that you do drugs but you do not do them in my house. You do not steal from your only ally left in the family. Your constant lies have pushed everyone away.

Why does one have to hit absolute rock bottom before they realize what they are doing is wrong?

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