text: MiKayla  Beebe I Can't Stand It Anymore 
   
   
   Intro 
   I don't really know what I was suppose to do. I look into my mothers eyes every morning to see her eyes full of hurt and disappointment. I hate seeing her hurt so bad why do I continue to be such a bad person?  
     
   Recently my mother has found out about me smoking pot. I don't mind that she found out I practically smoked it right in front of her to get a reaction. She ignores everything about me who I am and what I do. The only time she notices anything is when someone forces her to.  
     
    I was sitting in my room one night smoking and some guy the next day had informed my mother he saw me it doesn't scare her that you would have had to be looking in but as soon as I can get my hands on a camera I am going to set one up and if he looks into my window one more damn time I am going to screw him so bad.  
     
    I work all day and lay in bed staring at the celling at night, I've gotten so sick of laying in bed I decided to reorganize my room and then move everything around and paint the walls one of them is even chalkboard. Next thing As I get done painting I realize it's 5'o clock in the morning. I finally lay in my bed and dirft off to sleep. Next thing I know it's 1 in the afternoon. I get up to straighten up the house and I get ready for work. I plan on riding my longboard to work today. So we will see how that goes.  
     
    So before leaving I didn't process that I suck at building up speed on a longboard so I got halfway to work when I had to start riding on the sidewalk which was difficult and I ended up having to carry the longboard the rest of the way. It didn't bother me I always leave my house way earleir than I need to in fear that something may go wrong and I'll need more time.  
     
   I end up getting to work sitting down eating some candy waiting for my shift to start. Business was pretty steady all night I worked and busted my ass all night trying to get everything done.  
     
    We were making sure the place was nice and neat for the meeting at nine in the morning. My manager doesn't like it when I walk to work so she decided that she'd pick me up before the meeting.  
     
   
   
   
   Chapter 1 
    Of course I have a meeting at the crack of dawn and I can't seem to sleep just my luck. It's four a.m.  
     
   I'm still writing calm you harmones!  
   
   
   Publication Date: December 6th 2014 https://www.bookrix.com/-ndc08dc19c28445