Crazy rants from Kristi
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! Myspace isn't working!
I think I'm going to DIE!
No, I'm kidding. lol.
While I was out last night, Jeannie asked me a question...
About whether or not I was with Zak.
I told her that I wasn't, and that I would never be.
She asked if it was because I didn't like him.
And I told her that I did like him, but I would never go out with him.
So, she asked why.
I told her that I can't be with a junkie.
I can't be with a loose cannon like that.
I don't like him when he's drunk.
I don't like him when he's high.
And, now with his mom in the hospital, getting her toe amputated, he's always drunk.
And he's always high.
He came over my house during Moe's party drunk as hell.
After promising me that he would never be drunk around me again.
"Not after what I did last time." he said.
Last time...
He tried to spit on me, he tried to kiss me...
He barked like a dog...
He talked like a baby...
He started praying "Forgive me, Father, for what I'm about to do..."
So, I got the fuck out of there.
And then at Moe's party...
He was drunk...
(I was lucky he wasn't on Meth)
I can't be with him.
Not when I don't feel safe around him.
Not when he scares me so much.
I just wish I didn't care.
But there was a period when he wasn't like this.
He was happier. He was sober.
We would have intelligent conversations and watch indie films on his couch.
Just the two of us.
And it was great.
Those were the times that made me like him.
But now...I wonder why the hell I keep him around...
Why do I still have these feelings?
All I do know is that if he doesn't clean up soon...
I'm never going to talk to his sorry ass again.
I have too many other junkies to deal with (like my parents).
I don't want to end up like my parents.
I don't know.
Maybe I'm overanalyzing things.
I think I'm going to DIE!
No, I'm kidding. lol.
While I was out last night, Jeannie asked me a question...
About whether or not I was with Zak.
I told her that I wasn't, and that I would never be.
She asked if it was because I didn't like him.
And I told her that I did like him, but I would never go out with him.
So, she asked why.
I told her that I can't be with a junkie.
I can't be with a loose cannon like that.
I don't like him when he's drunk.
I don't like him when he's high.
And, now with his mom in the hospital, getting her toe amputated, he's always drunk.
And he's always high.
He came over my house during Moe's party drunk as hell.
After promising me that he would never be drunk around me again.
"Not after what I did last time." he said.
Last time...
He tried to spit on me, he tried to kiss me...
He barked like a dog...
He talked like a baby...
He started praying "Forgive me, Father, for what I'm about to do..."
So, I got the fuck out of there.
And then at Moe's party...
He was drunk...
(I was lucky he wasn't on Meth)
I can't be with him.
Not when I don't feel safe around him.
Not when he scares me so much.
I just wish I didn't care.
But there was a period when he wasn't like this.
He was happier. He was sober.
We would have intelligent conversations and watch indie films on his couch.
Just the two of us.
And it was great.
Those were the times that made me like him.
But now...I wonder why the hell I keep him around...
Why do I still have these feelings?
All I do know is that if he doesn't clean up soon...
I'm never going to talk to his sorry ass again.
I have too many other junkies to deal with (like my parents).
I don't want to end up like my parents.
I don't know.
Maybe I'm overanalyzing things.