· Jul 21, 2021 at 9:44 pm
When I got to be around 14 or so I started hanging out in my dad’s basement whenever I was at his house. I watched tv down there, smoked cigarettes, and was up to all around mischief. I intentionally set the basement carpet on fire with hairspray more than twice.
When my dad was home I still hung out in the basement though. It wasn’t anything personal against him. It was more that I felt like I could be myself when I was in the basement.
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· Jun 21, 2021 at 6:02 pm
Maggie: One of my friends just got his license. Can I go hangout with him for awhile?
Me: Sure, just pull your seatbelt tight. 😊
Me: Wait, can I come?
Maggie: If you didn’t have to go talk to your therapist you could. 😉