It's nothing bad, not really, the same kind of things that every teenager gets up too, and I know that. I think on some levels its meant to be the way it is, and on others it's defiantly not. I don't care about the things I do, they're my business, and at the end of the day its what I WANT TO DO, but it's more about the people you effect.
The number of times I've come home with friends and had to lie to my parents about being drunk or lean, when my eyes are bright red and I'm slurring my speech. When you start enunciating every single word you say like "yes.mother.we.we, are going to bed soon." "or yeahhh yeahhh. I mean yes, yes I'm absolutely fine!". But parents are parents aren't they, they've been though it all before, its the young ones I worry about, like my little sister, who has a habit of going though my bag and pulling out my cigarettes going, "this is such a cool packet!". That's when you know your doing something wrong, making a nine year old think smoking cool without meaning too, when, when you were her age you were screaming at your parents telling them that smoking was bad! That's why I'm giving up, well in her mind anyway. I'm going to start carrying an aerosol with me, and endless amounts of gum, hiding my bacci, and not talking about my love life with her. It's all an act, its hard to keep up a permanent one, but in this case it's the right thing to do. A Good Girl Act.
BELLA.C
