jbusy

Had a panic attack and fainted last night.
Fell face first into the street and evidently almost got hit by a car.
I was out cold so I don't recall that part.
Spent the rest of the evening puking and crying.
I think I may have a concussion.
I am not handling this break up as well as I expected to.
Thank God for girlfriends that spoon you while you cry until you fall asleep.
I am really not enjoying being alone.
I brought it all on myself, though, so I have no room to complain.
I had it coming.
I just wish I hadn't bruised the whole right side of my face.
That would've been cool.
I've been home for exactly a week now and I already look like I got the shit kicked out of me.
Last Friday, I fell over a fence on my way out of a pool I'd just snuck into. Too smashed to be walking around, let alone attempting to scale a five and a half foot fence.
Hit the concrete and skinned both my knees, bruised the fuck out of my shins and may have broken a small bone in my right foot. The swelling is just starting to go down.
I feel bad for the dude I was with.
I'm sure seeing a soaking wet, wasted, twenty year old girl fall ass over elbows in nothing but a t-shirt and thong wasn't the prettiest sight he's ever witnessed.
I'm black and blue from head to toe and unless I black out, I cry myself to sleep every night.
Shit's AWESOME.
And boy, do I love it when people tell me, "Don't worry, it gets better."
I also love getting tunnel vision and hyperventilating while I'm driving.
Thinking, "I might faint right now," behind the wheel of a moving vehicle.... now THAT's what I call an adrenalin rush.