I'm dying
I'm so very sick, I hate it. My dad and littlebrother got me sick, damn them. I feel like a sick-ass man. All helpless and whining and bitchy and dead. My throat is fucking swelling and hurting like a bitch. Am watching the latest episode of Gossip Girl right now. Chuck's being a drunken idiot, and I love it.
I miss Emma. A lot. Ida went back home to Stockholm today. She's been cheering me up a lot these last three days. The last (not today counted in it) two days days we spent partying, insane. First we spent all friday night at a studenthouse in Mölndal where we drank with Barry and three boys. One of them, Hampus, ended up passing out in one of the bathrooms and I ended up puking four times. That was the second time ever I threw up because of alcohol. Bleugh. We got new friends though, and these boys are awsome.
Therefore we also went there yesterday for about an hour. Then Ida and I took off and met Salle, Jokke and Carro outside Gretas and were supposed to party there, but we ended up at this great pub called PC. Great night, even if I felt all sick and hungover. Salle was all happy to see me and Jokke was all happy. It was a great night aswell. Got home at like 3 AM due to buses fucking up and then we passed out quickly. Met Barry on the busstation when we were going home, then she took the bus home with us and her ex-bastard-of-a-boyfriend called her up and went all suicidal on her, and he lives in Stockholm so she broke down crying on the bus and I tried my best to comfort her and help her handling the fact that David, her ex, who's mom tried to kill herself a week ago apparently, now slit his wrist and was bleeding all over the place and suicidal. Insane. Poor Barry.
Might post pictures later.
- Caroline