I went home after F block, today, because the overwhelming feeling of nausea and exhaustion that I was feeling was just way too much to handle.
But anyway, that's not the point of my blog.
I've been in bed for most of today, sleeping off the sick.
My mom came in a few minutes ago and this is how our conversation went:
"Have you been in bed all day?"
"No... I got up to eat, earlier."
"Did you take any medicine?"
"Yes."
"How many times?"
"Once."
"Is it a headache only?"
"Mmm... yes."
"Do you have a stomach ache?"
"...No."
"... Are you on drugs?"
For real.
Ever since that whole drama fest regarding persons X and Y getting expelled for drug trafficking, or whatever, my mom has been on my case about what (I guess) she suspects is my hardcore drug habit.
Seriously!!!!!!!
It's quite annoying. Like honestly, I have better things to do than do/buy drugs.
I prefer to waste my money on candy, lip gloss, candy and sometimes, the odd piercing. But then again, I barely even have enough money for those things anyway!
Since I didn't rush home to tell her about X and Y's expulsions, she had to find out about it from parent Z. I guess that not telling her that someone was expelled for selling drugs constitutes that I'm into drugs myself.
"YES! That MUST be why she's so moody! It's the drugs, the drugs I tell you!"
Oh, yes, mother. Surprise! I'm into cocaine, but I actually prefer meth because it's going to make my skin look so beautiful and give me lovely yellow teeth. Oh! And! My future will be SO secure, now that I have crystal meth by my side. I just think that it makes me really attractive and oh my gosh, did you know that it gets me invited to fantastic orgey parties?!
My goodness.
