I'm now privy to the teenage dirt going on in the neighborhood. It's like some hardcore ShowTime drama, containing drugs, alcohol, sexual blackmail, almost murder, and probably gang activity. He's now suspended for skipping and being in a car that almost ran over a school security guard. He doesn't realize that his actions not only harm himself, but the whole family as well.
Bloated.
I have yet to work on my goals . . .
Doldrums.
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