I lied to my father all through highschool about who I was hanging out with and what I was doing. I knew he would never understand smoking weed. I knew he would lose it and flip shit. So I lied. and lied and lied. Now I'm in college and want to tell him who I really was for a good 2 years in high school. A lying prick. I quit smoking weed 2 years ago now, but I feel so guilty for lying about it when I was. Im sorry Dad. I missed out on all the things we could have done together, the memories you wanted to make. For what? So I could go smoke pot and get sloshed with my stupid friends whom I fucking hate now anyways. Then come home and lie and avoid you. All you wanted to do was spend time with me. I might as well have spit in your face. Pretty much did... God forgive me