really universe, really?
i just got my ass kicked by a fucking junkie who was my friend for 15 fucking years.
wanna hear the story? it won't be well written because i'm all sorts of freaked out right now.
so her gf shayne came into my room and told me that i wasn't allowed to use the internet anymore because i hadn't contributed to the bill. i told her that i was trying to find help to move my shit out and being that i don't have a phone i needed to internet to do so. she said she'd talk to jenn about it. a few minutes later jenn came in and said "need help moving your shit!?" and started grabbing my stuff and throwing it outside. i asked her to stop and told her that i'd move it all outside myself. she started pushing me and hitting me hard. she threw me into the bathroom room door and busted it. i fell to the ground and continued pleading for her to stop, telling her i love her. i got up and she started hitting me again, telling me what a useless fuck i am. then she finally stopped and went into her room. then shayne came in and told me that i could put my stuff in the garage until i can find help to get it. i thanked her and started packing it all up. in my adrenaline stupor i said that i was proud of myself for not fighting back. that was a bad move because apparently she went right in and told jenn what i said. then jenn comes in and starts hitting me again. this time i wasn't going to just let her. i blocked and grabbed her and we went to the ground. i got into a guard position and she started choking the hell out of me. that was terrifying. she wouldn't fucking stop, and i couldn't breathe. i was pulling at her arms and pushing at her face and shoulders. she let go and started hitting me in the head. i tried talking to her, telling her i loved her, that i was leaving as fast as i could, that i wasn't using her, etc. eventually she got up and went back to her room. i finished getting all my stuff into the garage, asked shayne to use her phone and was ignored, hugged loki, told him that i wasn't leaving him and that i'd be back (he was terrified), and left. i went to the black house where perry lived. i didn't know what else to do, and knew that if i could just get there it'd be okay. so thankful that margar was home. she gave me a big hug and her friend made me an ice pack for my eye. she told me that i could hang out here and figure out what to do next. it feels good to be here, but odd. i'm so thankful that i've met these beautiful people. i don't know what i'd do without them.
wanna hear the story? it won't be well written because i'm all sorts of freaked out right now.
so her gf shayne came into my room and told me that i wasn't allowed to use the internet anymore because i hadn't contributed to the bill. i told her that i was trying to find help to move my shit out and being that i don't have a phone i needed to internet to do so. she said she'd talk to jenn about it. a few minutes later jenn came in and said "need help moving your shit!?" and started grabbing my stuff and throwing it outside. i asked her to stop and told her that i'd move it all outside myself. she started pushing me and hitting me hard. she threw me into the bathroom room door and busted it. i fell to the ground and continued pleading for her to stop, telling her i love her. i got up and she started hitting me again, telling me what a useless fuck i am. then she finally stopped and went into her room. then shayne came in and told me that i could put my stuff in the garage until i can find help to get it. i thanked her and started packing it all up. in my adrenaline stupor i said that i was proud of myself for not fighting back. that was a bad move because apparently she went right in and told jenn what i said. then jenn comes in and starts hitting me again. this time i wasn't going to just let her. i blocked and grabbed her and we went to the ground. i got into a guard position and she started choking the hell out of me. that was terrifying. she wouldn't fucking stop, and i couldn't breathe. i was pulling at her arms and pushing at her face and shoulders. she let go and started hitting me in the head. i tried talking to her, telling her i loved her, that i was leaving as fast as i could, that i wasn't using her, etc. eventually she got up and went back to her room. i finished getting all my stuff into the garage, asked shayne to use her phone and was ignored, hugged loki, told him that i wasn't leaving him and that i'd be back (he was terrified), and left. i went to the black house where perry lived. i didn't know what else to do, and knew that if i could just get there it'd be okay. so thankful that margar was home. she gave me a big hug and her friend made me an ice pack for my eye. she told me that i could hang out here and figure out what to do next. it feels good to be here, but odd. i'm so thankful that i've met these beautiful people. i don't know what i'd do without them.