Confession

Today, I told my dad that I smoke. It was pretty hard getting the guts to finally tell him, I've been wanting to for a while. I don't know, man, I was just folding the laundry, thinking over how our conversation might go, and I just marched upstairs and told him. He said that he disapproves, but I think he realizes that there's nothing he can do about it. He just told me that he doesn't want me smoking in the house. He wasn't even mad or anything, just a tiny attitude, but my dad doesn't like being mad at me so two seconds later we were smiling and laughing. I'm so happy, everything's just going amazingly.