Brandon: April 14, 2014

Weird, but the weekend with my parents, and what happend with Rachel last week, and, I don't know, I guess because I'm 18 now, I'm, I don't know, more responsible, I guess. School doesn't seem to suck as bad. Even enjoying it a little. At least I was, until I ran into my drug buddies (Lester and Frank).

Lester and Frank started giving me shit for not selling over the past week. "My mind has been on other stuff" didn't quite cut it. So they're pushing me to sell sell sell. This shit has to stop. I fucking hate it. That's now who I am. It has never been who I am (or was). It was an excuse. It was a lame-ass whiney little bitch thing to do because I had my heart broken. It was stupid. I was stupid. I've got to get out of this thing.

I took what they gave me. I haven't decided whether I should do one last push and then bail, or just to bail now. Bailing now could be dangerous, and, well, Lester and Frank treated me well. I wouldn't want to get them in trouble either.