I don’t drink. I don’t do drugs. My friends follow the rules. All this doesn’t matter.
I’m forced to go to my back-up school. I know I’m going to hate it.
I have a roommate who smokes pot inside of our apartment.
My son has been caught with alcohol in high school on two occasions. We are approaching graduation.
I’ve been feeling stressed about school and problems at home… it just comes out as anger.