It Ends Tonight

I'm almost at 6g. I said I'd stop at 4g this summer, but I think I may end up at 0g by the end of this year. What can I say? I'm addicted. I still don't think my parents understand exactly what I'm doing. Oh well. This is my act of rebellion, if you could even call it that, since I can't do anything to my body until I move out. Technically, I still can't even once I move out, but it's my body, and I don't care what my parents' friends and family think about me anymore. They're all a bunch of closed-minded conservatives anyway, and I'm here to prove them wrong. Just because you're gay (I'm still trying to decide if I should come out to just my parents or to pretty much all of family) and have tattoos/piercings doesn't mean you're "without morals, do drugs, and have no long-term goals." Sorry, Mom. I think we need stereotypes just so we can break them.