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last night, i went over to ellas and her mum let me in and i went up to ellas bedroom and ella was just sitting on her bed and smiling and in front of her was a huge pile of coke on a dish. i sat down, staring at it and i couldnt stop looking at it. just stared while ella started chopping lines with her auto club card. i need to get this girl a razor
ella started lining and i took out my cokespoon and took a tiny lump and blew it fast and i started to giggle and i sat and leaned against ella while she did more lines. ella started to get really giggly too. and i watched her doing line after line and i just envied her so much. she was so totally focused on powdering her nose she didn't even relaly notice id only did one tiny little bump. where the fuck is peer pressure when you need it?
it was so good to just get high but not shitfaced. i think being trashed is probably why i fuck up so much. i did one line before leaving ella, but that was just to have some fun on the way home.
ella started lining and i took out my cokespoon and took a tiny lump and blew it fast and i started to giggle and i sat and leaned against ella while she did more lines. ella started to get really giggly too. and i watched her doing line after line and i just envied her so much. she was so totally focused on powdering her nose she didn't even relaly notice id only did one tiny little bump. where the fuck is peer pressure when you need it?
it was so good to just get high but not shitfaced. i think being trashed is probably why i fuck up so much. i did one line before leaving ella, but that was just to have some fun on the way home.