Where Every Scroll is a New Adventure
I am so fucking pissed.
How could he? How could anyone be okay with that?
I hate you. Everything about you screams scumbag. I wonder how many girls you’ve drugged. And every one at Heritage thinks you’re just the sweetest little male cheerleader with your poor cracked skull. Oh, give me a break. You probably only cracked your skull because you stole my medicine. You are a pathetic excuse of a gentleman. How could any girl in their right mind even use your name and that word in the same sentence. I will figure out someway to make you regret this. I remember the day I asked you what you did that night because I was hurting so much when I woke up next to you. You replied, “Oh, don’t worry about it sweetheart, you’ll be fine.”
I’ve gone from rage, to hysteric tears. I HATE YOU.
I leaned over the boiling oil at work yesterday and suddenly I wanted to be submerged in it.
Sometimes people ask me why I get so unhappy. I don’t know. I just know that I do. Even on some the days I take my medicine correctly. Of course it’s not as bad as it normally would be, without the medicine but I still find myself wanting eternal sleep. It’s a shame relieving yourself of this seemingly unpleasant life is a sin. I would rather not go to hell. So, for now, I’ll stay here. It seems praying for death all these years hasn’t worked. I don’t know why I still try. The last time was less than a month ago. Bravo fuck-up!
As a younger girl I used to think about how it seemed to me that a guy couldnt possibly have sex with an unconscious girl and live with himself. Today I have been informed that they are just fine with it. That bastard. He told me he would never do that to me. I swear it didn’t happen. I would remember that. Is he lying? Or did I some how convince myself so well that night that it didn’t happen before sobering up that I have no memory of it? It didn’t happen. It couldn’t have. If so, that makes twice now. Sixteen, and eighteen, who would’ve thought that would happen to me? I am too strong for this shit.
BASTARD.
Please, what’s said on tumblr is never meant to be repeated.