Vintage port is good. It makes me drunk really fast, because I'm a light-weight, and it also doesn't make me want to throw up like most alcohol does. I feel pretty depressed. My father consficated about $200 of drugs (street value of almost $3000), that I was going to sell to help pay off my debt, and I feel really screwed. I really wanted to take a vicodin tonight too and feel relaxed and good for once. This is really making me angry. I'm not going to see a therapist anymore. If I can't trust my parents then I'm not going to do anything to please them. I'm fucking 24, and I should be allowed to do what I want, illegal or not, it's not their business. They shouldn't be trying to control my life like this. It's just wrong. If I want to fuck myself up, that is my decision. If I want to die, that is my decision. I'm going to do what I want to do, regardless if someone tries to stop me. The more they try to stop me, the more determined I get. I'm too stubborn to let this get me down, it'll just make me sad for a little, and then give me additional resolve to do something even worse.
So don't go blaming me if something happens, I didn't start this war. This mistrust is entirely in their hands.