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Post by Lillian Black on Apr 7, 2010 21:02:10 GMT -5
((Cause I can't come up with good thread titles! lol))
I was bored, and when I get bored, I think. Thinking isn't a good thing to be doing right now, since I just broke up with Justin, whom I was with for almost three years. My longest relationship was with Davey, and I've lost track of the countless others I've had since him and before Justin, but they were all very short lived. I think I was with Nils for a week a few times, but it gets awkward with him, since I've known him so long. With Davey, it was different, and then I met Justin, got on drugs, and left Davey.
I'm off drugs now, I'm clean except for the occasional smoke and alcohol I take, but that's it. I can't lose my daughter, and drugs are the one way to get her taken away from me, I know that for certain. Plus, Alyssa wouldn't put up with me if I was on drugs again.
Now I'm up in my room, curled up on my bed, clutching my stuffed rabbit, and crying. I couldn't be around anyone, since everyone else was so in love with someone, and I was alone. And it's only been three weeks. I wasn't usually this broken up over a break up (only with Dave) but it was worse now. I thought I had something good with Justin, but I guess I was wrong.
Just as I was about to fall asleep, having tired myself from crying and thinking too much, someone knocked on my door. "Go away! I hate people!" I yelled, throwing my rabbit at the door.
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Post by Annabelle Black on Apr 8, 2010 20:57:04 GMT -5
I was pacing in the living room waiting for Sarah to get downstairs. We'd been living together for a little while now after the problems started with Justin. I didn't really like him but that was probably thanks to the drugs. I was honestly glad when they broke up but...I didn't like to think about break ups. After two years, I still wasn't over my last break up....
You see, I was dating this guy named Billie Joe. I met him through Sarah's ex Davey. They were good friends and when he introduced us, I fell in love. We were together for years. I loved him with all my heart and we were even engaged for a while, never sure when the perfect date would be to marry. Well, when Sarah and Davey broke up our problems started and when she met Justin and got into drugs it got even worse. I was always bitching about the drugs and that asshole she was with and he got tired of hearing it because I got even more sick of the pot he constantly smoked with his bandmates.
So I've been basically alone with Sarah and her boyfriend while trying, with Davey's help, to get her clean. I even had the idea for him to threaten to take her to court for custody if she didn't get clean. That straightened her up and thankfully he never told her it was my idea.
Now I sit downstairs to the house we share, waiting on her to get her ass down here and go out with me. I listened closely and heard the faint sounds of sobbing from upstairs. I groaned and dragged myself up slowly before banging on her door.
"Go away! I hate people!" I heard along with a thud. I rolled my eyes.
"Sarah get your ass up. It's been three weeks. Stop crying, pick up mr hoppers, and unlock the door." I yelled at her, annoyed with her dramatics.
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Post by Lillian Black on Apr 9, 2010 17:09:52 GMT -5
I wanted to yell something back to her about her relationship with Billie Joe, but that probably would have made her angrier at me than she already was at me. With a heavy sigh, I got out of bed, and caught my reflection in the mirror.
I looked horrible. All the crying had made my eyes extremely red and puffy, my hair wasn't brushed, and the dark circles under my eyes from lack of sleep and playing the video games that were supposed to take my mind off of Justin that didn't work. I also hadn't changed out of my pajamas for a week, only to shower. Maybe if I acted nice enough, Alyssa would be up for going to the spa so I could freshen up with a facial, maybe get my nails done. As much as it pained me to admit I was wrong...I was. I needed to get over Justin. It's really hard, though, worse than it was with Davey. I guess that's because when Davey and I broke up, I had already been with Justin, so I had someone, whereas now I'm alone. Of course, no one knows I cheated on Davey, only Justin and I do.
I picked the rabbit up from off the floor, and opened the door. "There, I'm up. Now what do you want?" I asked, a tinge of rudeness in my voice I didn't want to be there. I threw the rabbit onto my bed, closed the door, and rubbed my eyes. I opened the door again and tried to smile as sincerly as I could. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean the tone last time. What would you like to do today?"
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Post by Annabelle Black on Apr 9, 2010 17:42:44 GMT -5
I walked into her room and sat next to her on her bed. She was a mess and I felt horrible. Maybe we should do something nice today to make her feel better. She looked like she could use some pampering. I took her hand and brushed hair out of her eyes. I wiped a few tears off her cheek before sighing.
"Get dressed. We're going out. You want to go to that spa downtown? Might make us both feel better." I suggested, knowing it would get her attention. "I hope you know that I'm taking no for an answer." I added with a wink.
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Post by Lillian Black on Apr 9, 2010 17:54:32 GMT -5
I smiled and immediatley hugged Alyssa tightly, trying not to cry anymore. The hug made me feel a lot better, like all I needed was that one hug and everything would be better. "Thanks, Lyssie," I said, pulling away from the hug. I knew that without her I probably wouldn't have lived through many things. I can't believe I was stupid enough for drugs that almost tore us apart. "You read my mind, the whole spa thing. I'm going to get a shower real quick and meet you downstairs, k?" I said. I didn't wait for a reply; I knew that if I didn't start getting ready now, I'd lose all motivation to go out.
After a quick shower, I dressed in a comfy t-shirt and a pair of jeans with fraying bottoms and a hole in the knee--they were the only clean pair I had. I ran downstairs after grabbing my wallet and smiled at Alyssa. "Ready?" I asked.
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