Jul 19, 2007 08:22
In a nutshell, Scott called my folks. And he told them about his party and Saturday and I don't know what else. Then mum discovered how little vodka/gin/brandy was left and I went from a silly girl who couldn't take her alcohol to
a messed-up girl who can conceal it frighteningly well.
My parents are less mad and disappointed.
More sad and worried.
And yea I guess I would be too.
So we're back to this. They're walking on eggshells and we're all tired and its only the start of term. Mum taking the excess painkillers out of my draw. Which is probably a good idea considering how I spent Tuesday night. Fuck I don't even think. I don't know why I 'deal' with stuff like this.
Back in seventh grade. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven.
But they've been so loving. Just incredible. I couldn't ask for more.
We don't want to go back to the pills. But it might happen. And I don't know.
And she used the word 'predisposed', because there's no other obvious reason. Like her asthma, she said. I'm not wired right and I don't know what to do.
But at least they know now and I can't get away with it so much.
Love is eternal 'til it isn't anymore
Love is eternal 'til it isn't anymore