 | Alright, the story.. I am copying and pasting it from this conversation I am having with this chickie..
Erik was breaking up with me, it was retardedly intense in the bathroom.
We cried, and I wouldn't let him leave until he took me back.
I had to promise not to do drugs anymore.
He told me that he loved me, and not the drugged me.
I was stupid though. I could've prevented all of this if I hadn't been high Friday. I had a baggie filled with a crushed pill and complained that I was loosing some of the pill because it wasn't in a vile. And that made him feel like shit. So Saturday when I saw him, he tried to break up with me.
But so far, everything is alright now.
I'm going to wait until the night of the rave to ask if I can do atleast one pill for the rave. I'll need it to stay up. And not feel out of place. Hopefully he will let me, and if not.. oh well. I guess I just won't do it. |
