I watched my parents clean out everything from my bag. It was a hobo bag. There was weed, Coc, a small bottle of Acid, and Myth.

They lectured me on the dangers of drugs. But, I coexisted. I didn't even exist at all.

I was still stuck somewhere between.

I told them about Ellie and they were still mad that 'I tarnished my body.'

How stupid that they're grounding me. 'It wasn't a big deal.' I earned a smack from my mom who told me to go to my room.

And think what I just did. I talked back to my parents.

It was shocking to them how changed I am.

But it wasn't shocking to me.

It was freedom.

It was toxic freedom.

Just the way I wanted my body to be.

"You know, Albert is only a few miles away: A long time Coc Inhabitnationlist.

"Don't you see the problem? 'Us..., we're being too lenient."

I hated them now. They're making me move away to go to a professional drug advisor.

I'm not a psycho.

I only tried drugs and got kicked for it.

That's how I flipped them off in the backseat of my ride.

A black tainted Desoto.

We're almost at the stupid place.

Look how it's all dark. Psychos lived here.

I'm not. I am just fine. They didn't have to do this.

But they didn't care about me. Instead, they were merry to get rid of me.

I'll never understand it.