and all in all i know we're falling apart
This has been one hell of a week. On Canada Day I had the pleasure of being driven into a ditch by a drunk psycho, who used to be one of my best friends. That is a long complicated story though. Anyhoo, as a result of that story, I am being kicked out of my house by my parents who were informed I am a slut and a bitch. Luckily I have an apartment in the city. Unfortunately, that rent is being paid by my parents, so obviously that could stop at any moment. For now I'm still here. They seem to have settled. For the time being.
We were suppose to go to Halifax for a family vacation but my grandma is going for surgery so the trip was cancelled. Meaning I have ten days off with nothing to do. Things seem to partially suck right about now. Moving is a little scary.
Matthew is going to B.C. for two weeks and I'm figuring it will be the hardest two weeks to date. We've only just started getting along perfectly and he's been here through everything for me. I just want him to be happy. But I'm going to miss him to death. And then I'll be moving and never see him still. It's going to be tough. I want to just be with him. Only him. I love him. Even if he has been overly possesive lately. He has that right.
I took graduation as an opportunity to discover new things. Matthew and I tried out the weed thing. He freaked and hated it. Personally, it didn't bother me. I'll work on not becoming a stoner though. It was actually a decent feeling. Which I am admitting only because it would be lying if I didn't. I'm not entirely proud. As for why I tried it, the majority of my friends seem to be druggies and for the longest of times I've used this bit of trivia to put them down. Then it occurred to me that I have virtually no right to judge something I've never experienced. As well, it was difficult to relate, which further fueled my curiosity.
As well as drugs, I had my first real experience being drunk recently. I dont' generally drink enough to get drunk but I decided to go all the way. Actually, the tequila decided that for me. I took a few shots and ended up puking for like an hour and then passing out. Poor Matthew, he had to sit with me through the whole thing.
I've been incredibly nostalgic lately. Dreaming about Thompson and stuff like that. I miss being a kid. Things were totally free and innocent and ignorant then. My aunt bitched about my hair the minute she saw me. "WHY would you dye it black?" This only bothers me slightly as I saw it coming the minute I did it. Luckily my parents have always been far more accepting. Still, I'm beginning to regret my hair dye decision anyway. Well, I would if I believed in regret.
I think I'm going to go pack some more and send some letters.
We were suppose to go to Halifax for a family vacation but my grandma is going for surgery so the trip was cancelled. Meaning I have ten days off with nothing to do. Things seem to partially suck right about now. Moving is a little scary.
Matthew is going to B.C. for two weeks and I'm figuring it will be the hardest two weeks to date. We've only just started getting along perfectly and he's been here through everything for me. I just want him to be happy. But I'm going to miss him to death. And then I'll be moving and never see him still. It's going to be tough. I want to just be with him. Only him. I love him. Even if he has been overly possesive lately. He has that right.
I took graduation as an opportunity to discover new things. Matthew and I tried out the weed thing. He freaked and hated it. Personally, it didn't bother me. I'll work on not becoming a stoner though. It was actually a decent feeling. Which I am admitting only because it would be lying if I didn't. I'm not entirely proud. As for why I tried it, the majority of my friends seem to be druggies and for the longest of times I've used this bit of trivia to put them down. Then it occurred to me that I have virtually no right to judge something I've never experienced. As well, it was difficult to relate, which further fueled my curiosity.
As well as drugs, I had my first real experience being drunk recently. I dont' generally drink enough to get drunk but I decided to go all the way. Actually, the tequila decided that for me. I took a few shots and ended up puking for like an hour and then passing out. Poor Matthew, he had to sit with me through the whole thing.
I've been incredibly nostalgic lately. Dreaming about Thompson and stuff like that. I miss being a kid. Things were totally free and innocent and ignorant then. My aunt bitched about my hair the minute she saw me. "WHY would you dye it black?" This only bothers me slightly as I saw it coming the minute I did it. Luckily my parents have always been far more accepting. Still, I'm beginning to regret my hair dye decision anyway. Well, I would if I believed in regret.
I think I'm going to go pack some more and send some letters.