Snitching seems to run in the family, you stupid fuck.
I take all kinds of drugs on that base, and if I was caught with my backback filled with a collection of shit, I'd even take the hard way with a fucking cop and never drop my dealer's name or unlock my phone, got caught by my family and never gave out details. I just told em that I get my shit from different dealers, which is true, end of discussion. The rest is my deal.
But at least I confess my own shit, instead of being a sackless little bitch who pushes the blame for my issues and mistakes on others.
You're just a snitch who can't put his feet on his ground and say
>here I am, being the man I am, with all my mistakes and flaws, but at least I know who I am. What're you gonna do about it?
Stop being scared of consequences, you little bitch.
You're 18. You're an adult now.
You know what's the difference between a child and an adult?
Being a man instead of a boy.
Right now, you're a boy.
>oh geez, I'm a dumb little shit who drops party pills and does dumb shit, oh boyoboy, how am I wiggle myself out of the consequences like the sneaky bitch I am?
You don't. You take em. You grab yourself by the balls, remind yourself that you're going your own way and not anyone else's, find the guts to open up to friends and family, and explain your thinking.
The shit you're telling us now?
That you were bored and hence got drunk?
Instead of being a lying bitch, tell em that.
And tell em you took xanax for the same reason.
Period.
My mother and grandparents both know I took LSD, weed, speed, shrooms, ecstacy, smoke cigarettes, and occasionally get shitfaced from booze, and they didn't find out, I confessed it, only because I had an issue with weed ruining my life.
They know me. They know I stand for the man I am. And that's why they trust me, despite all the shit I do.
Because I'm actually able to deal with consequences, the way any real man should, you fucking weak little pussy.