*sigh*
I wish this was easy for me.
The day started normal as usual, woke up late, went to school, did a few bumps, and went on to class, well I got half way through the day and that's when everything went straight to hell, well, I'm sure that's where I'm headed anyway. This isn't a story of self-pitied woe, or a story of approval of what I've done, But a story of reassurance of the hate filled, miserable, uncivil, inconsiderate bastard I have become.
We walked of campus to smoke a sweet, and returning to the school, the security guards caught us, unwilling I complied without regretful actions, until I came later on to a place of unthinkable anger, maybe I wanted to get away, maybe I didn't want to be caught with the coke in my pocket. But what I would do is a sure thing a would come to regret. I took the chair in my hand once they put me in the AP's office, threw it across the room, and threw everything of his desk, walking out I proceeded to push down the security officer and run. As I began, I heard them call for the cops on their phone, reaching the stairs, I realized there was nowhere to go, so I made the irrational decision to stand my ground, and take on the AP, a security guard, and two police officers. I then took a knee to the face, and neck, repeatedly. Has the officer began to stomp on my head repetitively, while I was resisting arrest, I congratulated the officer on how well his boots looked at this angle, and how pleasant it felt against the side of my head, he then put even more pressure down on my head, and crushed it into the concrete which my head was up against. They them managed to get a cuff on my right hand, soon after they covered it with my body while they were crushing me, then started to scream at me for not giving them my right arm. How am I supposed to give you my right hand if your crushing my body and make it unable to move? All the "fuck you"'s I gave and "get your fucking hands off me" didn't seem to help my predicament, at all. They would of kept me in jail, but seeing I didn't have any priors, they let me go, until I am to report to the juvenile detention center, I'm still confused on what all of my punishments, fines, etc. will be, but seeing as this all happened earlier today, I should find out some information soon. In the end of the day I managed to receive three felonies: Resisting arrest, assault on a public service officer, and possession of a controlled substance. I wasn't under the influence of anything, but obviously, as I have been told before, need psychiatric help. I am now looking for a good rehab program.
Oh, and now I have many possums living in my house.
I hate my life, but I brought all this on my self, and I have to find a way to fix it. With my father disowning me, and my mother dead, I had to grow up fast, but my decisions, and my decisions alone brought this on myself.
By the way, the coke I had was less than .2 grams, not even enough to get high, but enough to have a felony in the state of Texas on school grounds.
I just killed a baby possum in my room, I hate fucking pests.
*sigh*
I wish this was easy for me.
The day started normal as usual, woke up late, went to school, did a few bumps, and went on to class, well I got half way through the day and that's when everything went straight to hell, well, I'm sure that's where I'm headed anyway. This isn't a story of self-pitied woe, or a story of approval of what I've done, But a story of reassurance of the hate filled, miserable, uncivil, inconsiderate bastard I have become.
We walked of campus to smoke a sweet, and returning to the school, the security guards caught us, unwilling I complied without regretful actions, until I came later on to a place of unthinkable anger, maybe I wanted to get away, maybe I didn't want to be caught with the coke in my pocket. But what I would do is a sure thing a would come to regret. I took the chair in my hand once they put me in the AP's office, threw it across the room, and threw everything of his desk, walking out I proceeded to push down the security officer and run. As I began, I heard them call for the cops on their phone, reaching the stairs, I realized there was nowhere to go, so I made the irrational decision to stand my ground, and take on the AP, a security guard, and two police officers. I then took a knee to the face, and neck, repeatedly. Has the officer began to stomp on my head repetitively, while I was resisting arrest, I congratulated the officer on how well his boots looked at this angle, and how pleasant it felt against the side of my head, he then put even more pressure down on my head, and crushed it into the concrete which my head was up against. They them managed to get a cuff on my right hand, soon after they covered it with my body while they were crushing me, then started to scream at me for not giving them my right arm. How am I supposed to give you my right hand if your crushing my body and make it unable to move? All the "fuck you"'s I gave and "get your fucking hands off me" didn't seem to help my predicament, at all. They would of kept me in jail, but seeing I didn't have any priors, they let me go, until I am to report to the juvenile detention center, I'm still confused on what all of my punishments, fines, etc. will be, but seeing as this all happened earlier today, I should find out some information soon. In the end of the day I managed to receive three felonies: Resisting arrest, assault on a public service officer, and possession of a controlled substance. I wasn't under the influence of anything, but obviously, as I have been told before, need psychiatric help. I am now looking for a good rehab program.
Oh, and now I have many possums living in my house.
I hate my life, but I brought all this on my self, and I have to find a way to fix it. With my father disowning me, and my mother dead, I had to grow up fast, but my decisions, and my decisions alone brought this on myself.
By the way, the coke I had was less than .2 grams, not even enough to get high, but enough to have a felony in the state of Texas on school grounds.
I just killed a baby possum in my room, I hate fucking pests.
*sigh*
