hey people
Went around to my mate shane's on Friday night for a little shindig. We got drunk. It was fun. Met some more new people which is cool. Not making myself sound like a popular fuck but it's amazing how many new people I have met within the last 1-2 months. It's awsome.
Yesterday while I was at stocklands I broke down again and said to mum that if thing's got worse well I'm going to go up to the hospital to finnally do something about it. ALtough it was leigh's 20th party last night at his and fuck it was the shit. We got trashed. So much alcohol consumed by all. I remember ringing up my parents and dad had a laugh cause I was gone. We had so much fun and I forgot all about my worries. Again I a whole bunch of new people last night too from leigh's work. Anyways I will finish of this entry later cause I have to go pick up my mate from paccas so adios ladies and gents.
Here's the rest of the entry. I am not writting this for sympothy I need to get it of my chest cause yea thing's weren't looking to good for me as I was gonna fuck myself up for the last time so this is helping me get it of my mind. Saturday night was a frickin blast as I mentioned before I had so much fun. Could have had some more fun ;) if a fricking cab hadn't arrived but it did. So yea, ended up going insode after saying bye to Ally and the others and having a last drink before trying to get to sleep. That wasn't happening. Not long after that Erin saw that her hand was fuct cause she'd bumped it. It was really swallen. So her friend came round and took her to the hospital but there was to many people so they left and came back home. When they arrived Erin's friend Richelle started to write shit all over Brett cause he was passed out. Fuck it was funny, he ended up with a banana hanging out the back of his boxers, some apple puree stuff in his pocket. Ah shit it was funny. Daid copped a shitload too. He was written all over by everyone. It was such a good night.
on Sunday night Brent and I chilled out for a while and then we picked up a few other's and went and played pool. When I got home I had another breakdown which was fucked. Mum and dad drove me to the hospital but come 6am no one saw me so we left. I saw my gp then went home to bed. When I woke up yesterday I still felt like I was gonna do something stupid so to speak so yea. Mum called the ambo and they came to pick me up. I finnally got seen to and they gave us this tablet to take. I'm feeling ok now so yea. Anyways I'm gonna head off so I don't bore the shit out of u all. Take care. Laters.
Yesterday while I was at stocklands I broke down again and said to mum that if thing's got worse well I'm going to go up to the hospital to finnally do something about it. ALtough it was leigh's 20th party last night at his and fuck it was the shit. We got trashed. So much alcohol consumed by all. I remember ringing up my parents and dad had a laugh cause I was gone. We had so much fun and I forgot all about my worries. Again I a whole bunch of new people last night too from leigh's work. Anyways I will finish of this entry later cause I have to go pick up my mate from paccas so adios ladies and gents.
Here's the rest of the entry. I am not writting this for sympothy I need to get it of my chest cause yea thing's weren't looking to good for me as I was gonna fuck myself up for the last time so this is helping me get it of my mind. Saturday night was a frickin blast as I mentioned before I had so much fun. Could have had some more fun ;) if a fricking cab hadn't arrived but it did. So yea, ended up going insode after saying bye to Ally and the others and having a last drink before trying to get to sleep. That wasn't happening. Not long after that Erin saw that her hand was fuct cause she'd bumped it. It was really swallen. So her friend came round and took her to the hospital but there was to many people so they left and came back home. When they arrived Erin's friend Richelle started to write shit all over Brett cause he was passed out. Fuck it was funny, he ended up with a banana hanging out the back of his boxers, some apple puree stuff in his pocket. Ah shit it was funny. Daid copped a shitload too. He was written all over by everyone. It was such a good night.
on Sunday night Brent and I chilled out for a while and then we picked up a few other's and went and played pool. When I got home I had another breakdown which was fucked. Mum and dad drove me to the hospital but come 6am no one saw me so we left. I saw my gp then went home to bed. When I woke up yesterday I still felt like I was gonna do something stupid so to speak so yea. Mum called the ambo and they came to pick me up. I finnally got seen to and they gave us this tablet to take. I'm feeling ok now so yea. Anyways I'm gonna head off so I don't bore the shit out of u all. Take care. Laters.