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Um ...yeah. Dropped off the face of the earth, didn't I?
So what's there to tell?
I left University in November.
I've been to a lot of gigs.
I'm officially a full blown smoker.
I've been seeing some guy. It's pretty good. He's hot. Really.
I'm the 'other woman' in another persons relationship.
That's not so good.
My Mum's taken an extra position with her work so now her and my dad are both away a couple of nights a week. Last week was the first in what will probably be a long line of all night benders with a couple of mates from work. We started drinking at 9pm and stopped at 8am. Cause me and Andy had to go to work. Last night we started at about 7pm. We put Laura to bed about 4am. Andy and I passed out on the couches about 6am. I accidentally drank a whole bottle of vodka. I may or may not have gotten up to a lot of no good. Again. I can't really remember.
It's not alcoholism. People always took it too fucking seriously. I drink a lot.
We party.
I'm 18.
I love it.
There are things that are really sucky- I'm in love with someone I can't be with, stuck in a repetitive job and the like. Things like that would always make me just want to give up, make me cut, make me not sleep or interact with people unless I had to.
Now, I keep on going, I don't cut, I sleep like a normal person, I have a lot of folk around me who make things brighter for lots of different reasons.
Know what?
I'm in fucking love with life.
For so long "I'm Not Okay (I Promise)" was my fucking anthem. Now I can say "I'm Okay. I promise."
I'm going to delete my LJ in the next day or so.
It's been good.
See you at the black parade, fuckers.
So what's there to tell?
I left University in November.
I've been to a lot of gigs.
I'm officially a full blown smoker.
I've been seeing some guy. It's pretty good. He's hot. Really.
I'm the 'other woman' in another persons relationship.
That's not so good.
My Mum's taken an extra position with her work so now her and my dad are both away a couple of nights a week. Last week was the first in what will probably be a long line of all night benders with a couple of mates from work. We started drinking at 9pm and stopped at 8am. Cause me and Andy had to go to work. Last night we started at about 7pm. We put Laura to bed about 4am. Andy and I passed out on the couches about 6am. I accidentally drank a whole bottle of vodka. I may or may not have gotten up to a lot of no good. Again. I can't really remember.
It's not alcoholism. People always took it too fucking seriously. I drink a lot.
We party.
I'm 18.
I love it.
There are things that are really sucky- I'm in love with someone I can't be with, stuck in a repetitive job and the like. Things like that would always make me just want to give up, make me cut, make me not sleep or interact with people unless I had to.
Now, I keep on going, I don't cut, I sleep like a normal person, I have a lot of folk around me who make things brighter for lots of different reasons.
Know what?
I'm in fucking love with life.
For so long "I'm Not Okay (I Promise)" was my fucking anthem. Now I can say "I'm Okay. I promise."
I'm going to delete my LJ in the next day or so.
It's been good.
See you at the black parade, fuckers.