After my mum found out about my drug experimenting:
Semi Weed addiction and one other occation of some other thingy, she cryed for 3 days straight, like she was mourning me. After that i hit rock bottom with depression and anxiety and i felt that she never looked at me the same. I tried to pull myself togheter and get over it and completely stopped all use of substances from that time on, but she would constantly remind me, pick on me and look at me different.


She still does this and it makes me x3 more depressed than i have to be. I get that i fucked up and failed hard in many ways, but fuck man. Those eyes, fuck. I guess ive got to move country and make it big before i return or something.