I told my grandma about my drug use and I'm worried I scared her. She sees me as a perfect gifted child and it was probably a shock to her when I admitted I take shrooms from time to time. I feel like I unnecessarily overshared and now I deeply regret it. I tried to explain to her how shrooms aren't addictive and actually help with depression and quitting alcohol/smoking but it didnt comfort her. What do I do to make her stop worrying about this? She was the one to ask me and I didn't want to lie. Did I do the right thing?
high as shit stressing over this right now bros >family moved away from hometown after stepdad died >need job >also wanna leave moms house >hate my families constant rudeness and combativeness >hate hiding alcohol use >hate hiding weed use <i like edibles but at this point i havent had a bong hit in like 5 years >also want independence for pride reasons >hometown is expensive even in the poor area where i realistically would be >newtown is cheap but has no jobs >hometown has a lot of jobs
I have two options:
A.) be a neet till i can get an apprenticeship and move out to a cheap part of newtown
B.) apply to jobs till i get one in Hometown near where my friend is(hopefully same store as him so we can dick around at work together) and then apply to apprenticeships in the area till i get one
I never understood the appeal for these giant lollipops. As a kid I tried eating one and not only was it super complicated and messy but it didn't even taste that good, it felt a bit like a waste of candy. I originally wrote this as a reply to a /soy/ thread but it got deleted before I could hit post
>me is unbothered Germanic because words words words. does anybody know why retards are obsessed with being white? all they do is portray (everything I don’t like) as shitskinnery even doe they live in jeetindia. why are nusois like this?