hey guys. . IM BACK
Hey i haven't been on in awhile alot of things have happened to me. and I do mean tons of things. If anyone wants to read this.
Well about four months ago i moved out of my house into a new apartment. It was fun at first. Of course i had the money, money was no problem. my room-mates were not the best of people, they were drug dealers, druggies themselves, the were drunks, the people that came to visit had so many drugs, I felt like i was in a three month long D.A.R.E. course on the effects of drugs. I was like omg don't stop. . i can't do this anymore. and then My roommates started going through my things and crushed the butterflies that my grandmother had given me for my birthday and took theb lack towels that my mother had given me when i moved out. and told me the were allowed to because their name was on the lease.
There was one incodent i saw a fifteen year old boy with an infected arm from doing heroin. His veins were purple all the way up his arm adn the hole he was shooting up in was squirttoing black, purple, yellow, blue, and green juice. The germs from the infection had caused is arm to lepar, it was starting to rot. the hole was huge from rot, and I could see his bone inside of his arm. I was so scared when he shot up heroin in front of me. I didn't know what to do, i didn't do anything, and now i totally regret it.
My room-mates were always stoned and didn't have a job so i had to do everything. I cooked and cleaned, i did the laundry, I took care of all the animals, i made the money in the household. I had the pants in the household. yet i could do nothing about it.
I was in a relationship with a guy who i thought was a realy cool guy. Until one night my room-mates and him and a few other people were all drugged up on their drug of choice. I had had a long cry, i had fallen asleep. after about four hours (it was about 12:30 am.), he came into my room and dragged me out of bed by my hair and pulled me into the kitchen and kicked me in the face and the stomach, WITH SHOES ON! i screamed and i couldn't fight back because i was so shocked and stunned and everything negative you can think of. someone once told me that if i knew all those partial arts. . why wouldn't i just fight back. Because therer were to many people there that if i fought back they would have ganged up on me, and the fact that I was just to stunned i couldn't do anything. I screamed as loud a a fat lady being squeezed into a doorway without butter (lol). . (not a funny story though). . . .
When the bruises healed i called my mom one night from work and cryed for about an hour. on her shoulder when she came to get me. . I just didn't know what to do. . I wanted to come home, cause nomatter what my mother was there for me and I love her dearly for that. She is one of the best mother's in the world. and she cryed with me telling me how much she missed me.
The next day I was at home . . and I am thankful cause now I get to go through college, get a good career, and marry the man of my dreams, who I should really talk to about that cause he doesn't know he is the man of my dreams.
Well about four months ago i moved out of my house into a new apartment. It was fun at first. Of course i had the money, money was no problem. my room-mates were not the best of people, they were drug dealers, druggies themselves, the were drunks, the people that came to visit had so many drugs, I felt like i was in a three month long D.A.R.E. course on the effects of drugs. I was like omg don't stop. . i can't do this anymore. and then My roommates started going through my things and crushed the butterflies that my grandmother had given me for my birthday and took theb lack towels that my mother had given me when i moved out. and told me the were allowed to because their name was on the lease.
There was one incodent i saw a fifteen year old boy with an infected arm from doing heroin. His veins were purple all the way up his arm adn the hole he was shooting up in was squirttoing black, purple, yellow, blue, and green juice. The germs from the infection had caused is arm to lepar, it was starting to rot. the hole was huge from rot, and I could see his bone inside of his arm. I was so scared when he shot up heroin in front of me. I didn't know what to do, i didn't do anything, and now i totally regret it.
My room-mates were always stoned and didn't have a job so i had to do everything. I cooked and cleaned, i did the laundry, I took care of all the animals, i made the money in the household. I had the pants in the household. yet i could do nothing about it.
I was in a relationship with a guy who i thought was a realy cool guy. Until one night my room-mates and him and a few other people were all drugged up on their drug of choice. I had had a long cry, i had fallen asleep. after about four hours (it was about 12:30 am.), he came into my room and dragged me out of bed by my hair and pulled me into the kitchen and kicked me in the face and the stomach, WITH SHOES ON! i screamed and i couldn't fight back because i was so shocked and stunned and everything negative you can think of. someone once told me that if i knew all those partial arts. . why wouldn't i just fight back. Because therer were to many people there that if i fought back they would have ganged up on me, and the fact that I was just to stunned i couldn't do anything. I screamed as loud a a fat lady being squeezed into a doorway without butter (lol). . (not a funny story though). . . .
When the bruises healed i called my mom one night from work and cryed for about an hour. on her shoulder when she came to get me. . I just didn't know what to do. . I wanted to come home, cause nomatter what my mother was there for me and I love her dearly for that. She is one of the best mother's in the world. and she cryed with me telling me how much she missed me.
The next day I was at home . . and I am thankful cause now I get to go through college, get a good career, and marry the man of my dreams, who I should really talk to about that cause he doesn't know he is the man of my dreams.