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I just woke up. It was hard for me to sleep in this long. I'm weird.
Last night, well all day yesterday just seemed kinda like a dream. I was with friends all day and kinda just wanted to be home. I watched Candyman while under the influence at Annies house and it scared the shit out of me. She has underground parking, so when I left, I had to walk by myself through this underground parking, looking over my shoulder every 2 seconds. I thought I was gonna die. Then I checked the back of my car thoroughly about 4 or 5 times before I actually got in and drove away.
Then I got home and was almost asleep when my phone started freaking out and making weird noises. It was Russell. He didnt seem to care that I was so scared. I had to sleep with the lights on, this is how bad I am. I dont think it would've been so bad if my mental state was normal, I was just fucked.
Friday night I went to the bar and ran into my english teacher from last year. Talk about weird. My friend was all drunk and started talking to him. But he was pretty cool about it. He said hi, and then just looked the other way all night.
The weekends practically over. But thats ok. That means I'm that much closer to going to Park City. I only have two days of work left, then I'm gone. But I'm fucking broke, I guess I dont have any money left in my account? But I think thats wrong. I put 250 in just a week ago. Whatever.
Last night, well all day yesterday just seemed kinda like a dream. I was with friends all day and kinda just wanted to be home. I watched Candyman while under the influence at Annies house and it scared the shit out of me. She has underground parking, so when I left, I had to walk by myself through this underground parking, looking over my shoulder every 2 seconds. I thought I was gonna die. Then I checked the back of my car thoroughly about 4 or 5 times before I actually got in and drove away.
Then I got home and was almost asleep when my phone started freaking out and making weird noises. It was Russell. He didnt seem to care that I was so scared. I had to sleep with the lights on, this is how bad I am. I dont think it would've been so bad if my mental state was normal, I was just fucked.
Friday night I went to the bar and ran into my english teacher from last year. Talk about weird. My friend was all drunk and started talking to him. But he was pretty cool about it. He said hi, and then just looked the other way all night.
The weekends practically over. But thats ok. That means I'm that much closer to going to Park City. I only have two days of work left, then I'm gone. But I'm fucking broke, I guess I dont have any money left in my account? But I think thats wrong. I put 250 in just a week ago. Whatever.