I really need to start getting my wits in line. No really. I’m pissed at myself now.
Ever had that feeling where you say; “this isn’t right, but I have so much fun every fucking time!”
I had for the past week been admitted in hospital. Only my family members knew of this.
The only other person I told outside family circles was my buddy. And she came over(with flowers) and I responded to the treatment well.
I was discharged on friday.
I went back on the rave the very next day.
Damn it Kim.
You haven’t even fully recovered, yet you carelessly put your young life in danger… For what?
I’d rather rant to myself like this…
I snapped in seconds.
I had returned to a very very old version of me.
Guess that’s what hospital beds do to you.
I was an outright douche for doing that.
But I am proud that I drank only soft drinks that night…well obviously I’m on medication, strong stuff, you never know what the worse could happen.
From here on out, I vow by this piece I have written to never have to go bonkers and do silly shit like that again… Fun night…but not how I wanted it to end…at 6 in the morning.
I was a douchebag.