ohmy.

do you ever have those horrible days where you just want to buy a whole load of drugs, and drink a whole lot of alcohol and wake up in hospital? not to kill yourself, but to see who's there? to see who the fuck cares and show them you actually need help too? that no, you're not okay?


rhio, you fucking emo. yeah, i know, right? but it's true, and it feels better to write it down. i haven't been feeling as bad lately, things have been, well, kinda okay. friends have been decent-ish most of the time and i've been bonding with some cool cats. for example Daria, (gabe's sister), is completely amazing! she's possibly one of the coolest people i know. her hair is amazing! and she's going to be doing mine!!! *purrs* we hit town Saturday night and it was mighty eventful. we killed 12 hours together and neither of us have any fucking idea how. arrived home like ten in the morning going what the fuck, how is it ten. legendary!!! then slept until mother woke me at like half seven that night. ended up rocking over to a friend's for some movies and stuff. was lovely. woke up this morning to them getting ready for course, oh jesus haha. i was not ready to get up at seven this morning. i'd just have to rock home and explain why i was there so fuckin' early. no truth as they thought i was some place else. muaha. ended up rolling over and sleeping for a few more hours. regretted it at first when i woke up and was like wait, it's just me and their family; this could be awkward. but it wasn't. ended up talking to their mum for ages and their brother then toddling off to town.


note to self - make an appointment at family planning to get the injection. deal.


as always, much love.


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