And here is a rundown of the last two days...
So sad.
First of all, my best friend and I may not be able to be friends anymore due to unlucky circumstances. I hate it. I want it to go away. But no matter how hard I try, it wont.
The icing on the cake?
Well, I wouldn't call it icing, maybe cyanide on the cake.
The night before last I went to get food around 12:30 a.m. and woke up the next day in my own bed desperately needing stitches. I recall a man buying me a drink while I waited for my food (I ordered it 'to go') and then I woke up around 11:30 the next day needing stitches with my bedroom window broken. (I know it was just me breaking in... I have vague memories of the evening...) The evidence I found was my 'to go' carton outside my back door with a pack of cigarettes in it. And a broken window in my room. And blood all over the bathroom as if I had attempted to clean the wounds. There also was blood on my sheets, et al.
I had to mentally put the pieces together, and it turns out that I must have been drugged. Motherfuckers. For a while I thought it was the new prescription drugs I am taking that don't mesh well with alcohol , but one or two drinks? Come the fuck on....
And now I am in my hometown with my parents and grandmother. I love them. I didn't think I did for a while, but this whole incident changed my perspective. My dad is an entirely different person than what I knew 4 years ago. He came in and listened to everything I could tell him about why I am so sad... he even rubbed my back and told me to calm down. I had no idea he was so nice.
My grandmother (I call her G-Lilly) have always gotten along. Every year my family does this gift exchange thing where we all bring a present that is less than $25 and everyone draws a number and we choose the gift we want to open. Then we get to steal each other's gifts, etc. My G-Lilly and I pretty much always end up with eachother's gifts. This year though, she pulled a fast one on me. She put in an antique cookie jar that was my mom and her siblings' aunt's. I got it. All of my mom's siblings were jealous, but they forgot I had opened it and chose their fishing lures and bathrobes and such. I had to trade it with my mom for a Brita water filter. I told everyone that I wanted my mom to save it for me until I grew up. I then realized that I am much older than a lot of my cousins, and they all have babies and shit. I think I may never grow up.
I really don't have much else to say. This blog sucks. Thanks for reading kids.
Elle
So sad.
First of all, my best friend and I may not be able to be friends anymore due to unlucky circumstances. I hate it. I want it to go away. But no matter how hard I try, it wont.
The icing on the cake?
Well, I wouldn't call it icing, maybe cyanide on the cake.
The night before last I went to get food around 12:30 a.m. and woke up the next day in my own bed desperately needing stitches. I recall a man buying me a drink while I waited for my food (I ordered it 'to go') and then I woke up around 11:30 the next day needing stitches with my bedroom window broken. (I know it was just me breaking in... I have vague memories of the evening...) The evidence I found was my 'to go' carton outside my back door with a pack of cigarettes in it. And a broken window in my room. And blood all over the bathroom as if I had attempted to clean the wounds. There also was blood on my sheets, et al.
I had to mentally put the pieces together, and it turns out that I must have been drugged. Motherfuckers. For a while I thought it was the new prescription drugs I am taking that don't mesh well with alcohol , but one or two drinks? Come the fuck on....
And now I am in my hometown with my parents and grandmother. I love them. I didn't think I did for a while, but this whole incident changed my perspective. My dad is an entirely different person than what I knew 4 years ago. He came in and listened to everything I could tell him about why I am so sad... he even rubbed my back and told me to calm down. I had no idea he was so nice.
My grandmother (I call her G-Lilly) have always gotten along. Every year my family does this gift exchange thing where we all bring a present that is less than $25 and everyone draws a number and we choose the gift we want to open. Then we get to steal each other's gifts, etc. My G-Lilly and I pretty much always end up with eachother's gifts. This year though, she pulled a fast one on me. She put in an antique cookie jar that was my mom and her siblings' aunt's. I got it. All of my mom's siblings were jealous, but they forgot I had opened it and chose their fishing lures and bathrobes and such. I had to trade it with my mom for a Brita water filter. I told everyone that I wanted my mom to save it for me until I grew up. I then realized that I am much older than a lot of my cousins, and they all have babies and shit. I think I may never grow up.
I really don't have much else to say. This blog sucks. Thanks for reading kids.
Elle
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I did not expect to read that. So what happened? It was that dude?? I am kinda lost there..
Growing up? Haha! I am 28. Never been married. No thoughts about any children. I do not fathom ever growing up. Oh, well.
1.My pup Sasha
2. Music
3. Books
4. Video Games
5. Good friends
6. Weed
7. munchies
That is really all I need.