Louie Anthony DeRoxas
21, Filipino, UVM
Interspersed thoughts and strange fandoms.
Between the ages of 15-18, I was very close with my cousin. I would spend the night, play games, and have fun at her place. She had an abusive boyfriend. He was a drugdealer.
Strange people would come to the apartment all the time when my little brother and I would stay there. They would smoke 24/7 in the living room while their daughter watched Disney in her bedroom. The apartment always smelled like smoke and it was a terrible environment to raise a child in.
Before they had their daughter, my cousin’s boyfriend would beat her repeatedly. I hated him. My whole family hated him for putting her on the brink of suicide.
Because of my cousin’s boyfriend and these memories of all the shit that happened, I’ve hated marijuana. My mind always connected it to abuse, negligence, and suicide.
I respect that people like using it and feel like they need it. Please respect my hatred for its recreational use and my hesitation when making those kinds of friends.@1 month ago with 4 notes