Fuck me!
Well yay... most humiliating night of my LIFE last night... but i SERIOUSLY won't get into it.
I have been taking stock in my life, lately. Last semester I got a friend beat up, plotted on another, got on drugs, and bombed most of my classes all while further alienating myself from my family. Whilst I don't give a fuck about my family, I have gotten off the drugs and haven't touched any since January...including drinking. I still struggle with friends of mine (including my boyfriend) who don't see the harm in the drugs. They don't do it any more they just don't understand why I'm so anti-drug. Well technically I'm the ONLY one who got hurt by them. Emotionally, only, thank god. Plus the fact that now I find out I'm fucking Type I diabetic, so perhaps I need to do less fucking up. This will be life crises 5,751,566,444-5,752,566,455 that i've pulled MYSELF out of. Not that I didn't have some people to lean on at a few times but I think I'm doin pretty good. Though my mother still insists I'm a big fuck up. She doesn't kno about alot of it but I would not get props for helping myself either way so I'm not gonna fuck up and tell her that shit. Now I've GOT to work on not stressing and letting go of all the shit that's happened in the last year so that I can just enjoy life again. This is slightly dramatic I know but it was part of my life I'd've shared on here anyway so better late than never I do suppose. Ha ha. That's part of my motive for coming back here. Perhaps my early teenage nostalgia will help get my brain back to where it was. I need a little life back in me. I've aged far too much in the last 2 years and I don't like it.
Peace and Love
I have been taking stock in my life, lately. Last semester I got a friend beat up, plotted on another, got on drugs, and bombed most of my classes all while further alienating myself from my family. Whilst I don't give a fuck about my family, I have gotten off the drugs and haven't touched any since January...including drinking. I still struggle with friends of mine (including my boyfriend) who don't see the harm in the drugs. They don't do it any more they just don't understand why I'm so anti-drug. Well technically I'm the ONLY one who got hurt by them. Emotionally, only, thank god. Plus the fact that now I find out I'm fucking Type I diabetic, so perhaps I need to do less fucking up. This will be life crises 5,751,566,444-5,752,566,455 that i've pulled MYSELF out of. Not that I didn't have some people to lean on at a few times but I think I'm doin pretty good. Though my mother still insists I'm a big fuck up. She doesn't kno about alot of it but I would not get props for helping myself either way so I'm not gonna fuck up and tell her that shit. Now I've GOT to work on not stressing and letting go of all the shit that's happened in the last year so that I can just enjoy life again. This is slightly dramatic I know but it was part of my life I'd've shared on here anyway so better late than never I do suppose. Ha ha. That's part of my motive for coming back here. Perhaps my early teenage nostalgia will help get my brain back to where it was. I need a little life back in me. I've aged far too much in the last 2 years and I don't like it.
Peace and Love