Sunday, 6 May 2012
05:14:09 PM (GMT)
I wish the title of this diary was just an attention getter. I wish I was just so
desperate for people to read my shitty writing that I would title a diary that.
But no. Thursday night, when I wrote that entry about the drugs... He got really
high. He stuck his hand up some other girls shirt and gave her a hickey.
That's why I don't like the drugs. I knew it would happen eventually. But how did I
know that? It happened to me two months ago.
I feel so broken and empty inside.
He apologized all of last night. Even after i turned my phone off when I woke up all
there was was sorrys. Sorrys, and I love yous.
I layed there shaking on the bathroom floor like a psychopath, for four hours. And
all I could think about was how cuddlin with him would make everything better. Then
it occurred to me that he was the reason I was shaking on my bathroom floor.
What to do. What to do.
This feeling is quite shitty.
And I dont know how to handle it.
So im going to ignore it, until the hurt goes away.
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