Time ticks by and still i cry
So I know i haven't been online much lately or anything, and i know that there has been some shitty things being said about me while i've been gone....so i've come back to enlighten those of you that care. Please hold all comments and remarks till the end of the story please.
Ot all began breaking up with tara. That, as you could have imagined, didn't go over smoothly at all since tara is a self centered ungreatful bitch that doesn't think kindly to anything that anyone does for her unless it pleases her in some way or another....but on with my story. After the whole, fighting amongst ourselves, i moved to steven staffords house in marine city for a while. Things were looking up although i was slightly depressed here and there. Yet i still had a good head on my shoulders and good friends around me 34/7 keeping me happy and alert about lifes mystical ways. I went out every so often and partied with the group and enjoyed myself a little to much and so i was really week after a couple weeks of dxm and pot/drinking. I know this story jumps around a lot and i appoligize for that right in the middle but the story gets mixed up from time to time so i just type things out while i'm thinking of them. And the story continues...I smoked some pot one night, after this long week of semi heavy drug use of light drugs, and found myself not being able to breath and a very sharp pain shooting trough my chest and down my left arm. I Was slightly calm about the whole thing and i got up and left the room so i wouldn't panic anyone. I went and sat down and everything started to become a grey color with a bluish tint to it. I could help but thinking of resident evil at this point where you die in the game and the screen turns this color and sort of flashes red with a continue number counting down. I fely my body going completely numb to any touch at this time. I couldn't explain what was happening to myself, although it has happened once before, but i didn't know what had happened then either and i wasn't anywhere near prepared for what just happened. Eventually other people came out of the other room to see where i had gone to find me in a ball on a couch, taking very short breaths. Luckly i didn't pass out from the pain and we'd all decided that it would be best to take me to the hospital. Apon ariving there i was hooked up to a oxygen machine and and i.v. in which they hooked up wrong the first time so i started gushing blood everywhere. After a little bit my mom arrived and so did tina and everything got better slowly. The doctor told me that i had a heart attack and that i had to be careful and not take drugs anymore. So that's where i stand as of since the last time that i posted. Can you say adventure and a half?
So, now that i've once again explained my whole life story....how is everyone else doing? I haven't seen everyone in so long since i was trapped. I have a cell phone now so hit me up for the number cause those of you that i like know how to get ahold of me most of the time.
Love & Anger,
Christopher
Ot all began breaking up with tara. That, as you could have imagined, didn't go over smoothly at all since tara is a self centered ungreatful bitch that doesn't think kindly to anything that anyone does for her unless it pleases her in some way or another....but on with my story. After the whole, fighting amongst ourselves, i moved to steven staffords house in marine city for a while. Things were looking up although i was slightly depressed here and there. Yet i still had a good head on my shoulders and good friends around me 34/7 keeping me happy and alert about lifes mystical ways. I went out every so often and partied with the group and enjoyed myself a little to much and so i was really week after a couple weeks of dxm and pot/drinking. I know this story jumps around a lot and i appoligize for that right in the middle but the story gets mixed up from time to time so i just type things out while i'm thinking of them. And the story continues...I smoked some pot one night, after this long week of semi heavy drug use of light drugs, and found myself not being able to breath and a very sharp pain shooting trough my chest and down my left arm. I Was slightly calm about the whole thing and i got up and left the room so i wouldn't panic anyone. I went and sat down and everything started to become a grey color with a bluish tint to it. I could help but thinking of resident evil at this point where you die in the game and the screen turns this color and sort of flashes red with a continue number counting down. I fely my body going completely numb to any touch at this time. I couldn't explain what was happening to myself, although it has happened once before, but i didn't know what had happened then either and i wasn't anywhere near prepared for what just happened. Eventually other people came out of the other room to see where i had gone to find me in a ball on a couch, taking very short breaths. Luckly i didn't pass out from the pain and we'd all decided that it would be best to take me to the hospital. Apon ariving there i was hooked up to a oxygen machine and and i.v. in which they hooked up wrong the first time so i started gushing blood everywhere. After a little bit my mom arrived and so did tina and everything got better slowly. The doctor told me that i had a heart attack and that i had to be careful and not take drugs anymore. So that's where i stand as of since the last time that i posted. Can you say adventure and a half?
So, now that i've once again explained my whole life story....how is everyone else doing? I haven't seen everyone in so long since i was trapped. I have a cell phone now so hit me up for the number cause those of you that i like know how to get ahold of me most of the time.
Love & Anger,
Christopher