So, Life pretty much screwed me over.
In the past few months that I was gone, I was off groveling pathetically like a weakling because My ex-boyfriend(Thats right, ex)was either working, or abandoning me.
We had one nice day, and it fell to shit cause my whore of a mother went on mega-menopause-mode. (I'm labeling this Extream constant PMS annoyance as MMM)
Long story short, shit hit the fan.
He broke up with me.
I groveled, I cried, Hell, being upset sent me to the hospital for a couple of days. (A post to be made at a later [soon] date)
Luckilly the morphine seemed to numb out my own pain, and at least let me get on.
No more of this "I can't believe he took eveything and smashed it on the floor" Bullshit.
So, I hit a wall, and instead of merely climbing over.
Lets say I took a bomb to it. The wall is of-no-more.
And with newfound freedom, comes newfound lonliness and fun.
Such as fuck-buddies and Parties.
Never really been a party person, but why not try it a few more times.
In the meantime, Schools almost out (wewt, 12 more days!)
And that means
*dun dun dun dun!*
Summer fun bitches.
And for once, I'm gunna let all out.
Suck it bittersweet, bitches.
