Thursday, March 22, 2007
Dear Journal,
Where do I begin with this entry? Mostly likely at the beginning. Tim, the so called "love of my life", forgot to mention that he slips out every so often to do a little Ecstasy with his friends. Ty and I caught him in the act; I thought at first that maybe he was just, you know, trolling for some slime ball to beat up on. Boy, was I wrong. Ty led me up to him after we saw him slip something into his pocket. He swallowed, drank some water, and then noticed us. Anyway, long story short, we had an argument...and I'm not sure if I can forgive him easily. I just wish he wouldn't do that. Even FireStorm hates him now, and she was practically bowing down to the Angel's every whim. I think I may need some time alone to get my head together. But curse me for a fool, I don't want to hurt the poor bastard. Wish I knew what to do.
Ty thinks I should dump his ass, and I'm not so sure I shouldn't. After all, he can't just start doing drugs and not expect me to get angry. I didn't grow up with his dad being an international icon; if I had pulled a stunt like that as a kid, my dad would have busted my ass until I bled blue. I can't just overlook "recreational drug use," as he calls it. Now that I've had time to think, alone and away from him, I think I will end up taking Ty's advice. I don't want to be involved with a guy who voluntarily does drugs.
That's all. I'm done thinking.
Sincerely,
Phoebe
Where do I begin with this entry? Mostly likely at the beginning. Tim, the so called "love of my life", forgot to mention that he slips out every so often to do a little Ecstasy with his friends. Ty and I caught him in the act; I thought at first that maybe he was just, you know, trolling for some slime ball to beat up on. Boy, was I wrong. Ty led me up to him after we saw him slip something into his pocket. He swallowed, drank some water, and then noticed us. Anyway, long story short, we had an argument...and I'm not sure if I can forgive him easily. I just wish he wouldn't do that. Even FireStorm hates him now, and she was practically bowing down to the Angel's every whim. I think I may need some time alone to get my head together. But curse me for a fool, I don't want to hurt the poor bastard. Wish I knew what to do.
Ty thinks I should dump his ass, and I'm not so sure I shouldn't. After all, he can't just start doing drugs and not expect me to get angry. I didn't grow up with his dad being an international icon; if I had pulled a stunt like that as a kid, my dad would have busted my ass until I bled blue. I can't just overlook "recreational drug use," as he calls it. Now that I've had time to think, alone and away from him, I think I will end up taking Ty's advice. I don't want to be involved with a guy who voluntarily does drugs.
That's all. I'm done thinking.
Sincerely,
Phoebe