What a day.

I really didn't think a day like this would ever come. They found everything. The bag. The pipe. The lighter. I knew something was wrong yesterday when all my things were moved around. It might as well have been Heroin to them. I mean, yeah I know. A drug is a drug, but there's so many worse things out there than what I had.

They started crying, which made me cry. I've never seen my dad cry. Seriously, like never. He told me that he would do anything for me. He said he would even get a second job just to put me through college. He said he didn't want to see me throw my life away on something like this. And best of all, for the first time in probably a decade, he said he loved me. But he also said he was extremley dissapointed in me. He hated the fact the I would even entertain the thought of using that stuff. He was very soft about it, more dissapointed then mad.

On the other hand, my mom was absolutley outraged. She was so concered about her ass getting in trouble for it. She even said she didn't care that I do it, as long as I don't bring it in the house. She thought EJ gave it to me. Supposedly, someone told her he's a crackhead. But I think she's making these assumptions in her own head, like always.

I feel like the biggest dissapointment ever. But really, it's not even that bad. I am not addicted in any way. I have a 4.0, I've been having one since junior year. I have job that I've almost been working at for a year. I pay my phone bill and gym stuff every month. I surround myself with good company. I'm a fully functioning responsible teenager.

Honestly, I don't see anything wrong with what I did, besides hurting my parents.

I just can't believe this happened.