The Weekender's Halloween Special

I did a play. But it wasnt the play itself that made it incredible and because of that my life went down a black hole of "no senior life-ness". Mama said she should've had a tighter leash on me. She doesnt understand the concept of "tighter AND me." The tighter you pull, the farther i go. I dont mean to hurt her, or my cousin or my aunts. But...i kinda did and for that, im sorry. Would it be a lame, lifeless and emotionless excuse to say that i didnt think many people would care what time i came home to my aunts house with the smell of cigarettes in my hair, liquor stained on my tongue, a spinning mind due to weed and the sweater of the one man nobody ever wanted me near? No, I didnt think so. AND i didnt do it once, but twice. Twice in one weekend. Sorry. I am sorry for having you guys worry and cry over me. But im not sorry for what i did. If I would have known that this is how much everyone would have blown up the situation, i would have gotten drunk out of my mind and high off my ass and gone all the way with the guy. I was extremely infatuated with him, but i kept my boundaries (not wanting to- who is 19 to my 16 years of age by the way.) So, in result of my staying-out-late (for which that is the only thing they do know) I am no longer Wonder Woman for homecoming, i may get my phone taken away, i have lost all trust and respect from my parents and aunts, my cousin hates me, a sudden and unstable urge to kill myself and my surroundings, a life sentence in a bottomless pit filled with nothingness and a whole different person coming right out of it in the after math. I should have gotten pregnant.