Texting and driving. They’re not a good combo. Seeing as I was in broad daylight, wearing a visible light blue shirt, and using a crosswalk, there’s no reason for me to get run over by some idiot who thinks that she’s too awesome to put down the phone for a bit. Well, two surgeries and some awesome pain meds later, I’m here. I got lucky, only crush damage on my organs, apparently hit my spleen pretty good, but they fixed that. I know I want to die and all, but not by getting run over
Stopped going to my therapist. Too weird to talk about feelings and getting told to find my inner cuddly-ness. That doesn’t exist.
Where are you? We miss talking to you. If you’ve gotten out of this shit life, good luck with whatever happens when you die.
So, they finally explained why I was in the hospital. Apparently I got very very drunk, some guy tried to take advantage of me, I fought him off, then a few hours later I decided to take a whole bottle of Zquil, and other unknown medications and cut myself. That’s when my friend decided to drag me in. He’s letting me use his phone to post and update people. Since I was wasted, they aren’t putting me on suicide watch.
Woke up in the hospital. No idea why. All I remember is drinking a whole lot.
Just realized I haven’t eaten for almost two days. Hopefully this isn’t something else I need to worry about. I’m already afraid of becoming an alcoholic because I enjoy getting very VERY wasted
Fuck….I don’t even remember lastnight. Only woke up an hour before work, suffered through, now I’m home in the dark silence trying to feel better. Getting drunk off my ass was fun and all, but I’m not enjoying the aftermath
Get it? Like carpe diem? Probably spelled wrong…who cares. Guess who is getting drunk for the first time, because why the hell not? Gonna die anyway, might as well have fun
I started cutting again. Got loads of blades now. I shouldn’t have gotten anything, shouldn’t have been weak.
I give up. I can’t fight my ex anymore. I really like my job, and the people I work with aren’t jerks or anything. But I just can’t anymore. I think I’m going to give my two weeks notice and then use the two weeks to finalize my plans. Its time to leave
I don’t want to get out of bed. I don’t want to deal with people at work. I cant
Yup. I’m giving up on the hope that anyone will tell Alexis to knock it the fuck off. No matter how many times I complain, or how many times I blatantly say I want to talk to the store manager about this and file harassment charges, nothing happens. He gets to go around telling people that he has an ex who’s pregnant. Well, guess who the first person people think of when he says “ex”…yup, me. Ok, I want this set straight. I’m a virgin. Never done it. Probably never will. Explain how I get pregnant…other than the God thing, but seeing as I don’t […]
I just realized I haven’t cried in a very very long time. Even though I feel like I want to sometimes, I just don’t have the energy. Too tired to cry, to tired to care, to tired to change.
it wouldn’t surprise me if we all had some sort of implants in our head, or trackers or something…it seems like I’m always being watched.
I bet there’s someone whose job it is to monitor me, and they’re reading this. Hello friendly monitor, how’s it going?
……I’m in a good mood now…somethings wrong
I don’t even have anything to post anymore. I’m just done
Note the sarcasm in that post? Yeah. Loaded.
I am bringing him up on workplace harassment charges. Today I learned, in addition to him calling me a dumbass in front of everyone, that he’s been telling the guys I work with that he and I were VERY intimate. Uh, no. Never happened. Not even close. So now I know why I few of the guys are being suspiciously nice, and why the one very religious guy almost literally runs away at the mere sight of my face. Let’s make this clear, I’m a virgin, not a goddamn whore. I get promoted because I work my ass […]
how hard would it be to die from a caffeine overdose? I know it’s technically possible but….
Ok, maybe I deserved this one. After laughing at Alex, I think I deserve what my other ex said to me. Nick and I were doing great, until I couldn’t keep my damn mouth shut. Now whenever I get near him, or any member of his family, they tell me I’m better off dead. Fuck you karma.
So, after being off for two days, coming back to work was really nice. After about an hour of actually laughing and joking around, we hear this noise. My ex walks down the entire row of checkstands, through the lobby and stands in the middle of the entryway to the store, crying. Not your usual, sniff sniff, cry. Oh no. I’m talking about wailing. Like a two year old who got decided to throw a tantrum. Â Everyone in the store stops and stares. Everyone but me. I start giggling. Then I realize its not a good idea so I try to make myself shut up. […]