Yeah my hand is fucked up but you should see the wall.
Gary and I kind of broke up last night, but before we could address what really happened he told me that he’s going out to lunch with two of his ex-girlfriends today.
So I fucking left. He was entirely too quick jump on those girls so I drove to the cook (Matty) and the kid from cycle science’s (Joe) apartment and we chilled out and drank Patron. I really love those guys because they’ve been through so much and I speak freely about whatever I want with out feeling like I’m being judged.
Of course, I didn’t answer my phone when Gary called and let’s just say that I ended up at his house drunk at one in the morning asking for my shit back, which he never gave to me.
I’ve done a lot of bad shit in my life. I’ve lied and done horrible malicious things with a smile on my face to hurt other people and I don’t ever want to see that side of myself again.
I don’t cheat.
I may have lied about going to Mat’s house because I needed to fucking talk to someone and there was no way I was going to get that through to Gary.
But I don’t fucking cheat. I know what that shit feels like and it’s hard enough to be comfortable having sex with Gary so what the fuck is the point of me wanting to fuck anyone else?
Anyways, he made a great point of it to tell me what a “whore” I am and how I’m the “bonzo’s slut”.
He kept repeating himself while refusing the answers I was giving him and my knee jerk reaction at the time was to punch the fucking wall..
I fucking dislocated my pointer finger and tore a couple muscles in my hand.
I left his house and didn’t let him know what I did. I popped my finger back into place in my car and I was going to drive to the E.R. but I thought I’d stop by Foster’s first to show Riandi since I don’t have the money to go to the E.R. and I was driving drunk.
It’s so like me to stop by a fucking bar rather than go get help first.
It’s not broken, although I may have a fracture in my finger but I already called up my clinic and I’m swinging by later to have them look at it.
What a shitty night. I’m glad we’re done I just feel bad it ended so rough.
So I fucking left. He was entirely too quick jump on those girls so I drove to the cook (Matty) and the kid from cycle science’s (Joe) apartment and we chilled out and drank Patron. I really love those guys because they’ve been through so much and I speak freely about whatever I want with out feeling like I’m being judged.
Of course, I didn’t answer my phone when Gary called and let’s just say that I ended up at his house drunk at one in the morning asking for my shit back, which he never gave to me.
I’ve done a lot of bad shit in my life. I’ve lied and done horrible malicious things with a smile on my face to hurt other people and I don’t ever want to see that side of myself again.
I don’t cheat.
I may have lied about going to Mat’s house because I needed to fucking talk to someone and there was no way I was going to get that through to Gary.
But I don’t fucking cheat. I know what that shit feels like and it’s hard enough to be comfortable having sex with Gary so what the fuck is the point of me wanting to fuck anyone else?
Anyways, he made a great point of it to tell me what a “whore” I am and how I’m the “bonzo’s slut”.
He kept repeating himself while refusing the answers I was giving him and my knee jerk reaction at the time was to punch the fucking wall..
I fucking dislocated my pointer finger and tore a couple muscles in my hand.
I left his house and didn’t let him know what I did. I popped my finger back into place in my car and I was going to drive to the E.R. but I thought I’d stop by Foster’s first to show Riandi since I don’t have the money to go to the E.R. and I was driving drunk.
It’s so like me to stop by a fucking bar rather than go get help first.
It’s not broken, although I may have a fracture in my finger but I already called up my clinic and I’m swinging by later to have them look at it.
What a shitty night. I’m glad we’re done I just feel bad it ended so rough.