I cannot fucking believe
that I've been in two fucking
car accidents in this last week. What the
fuck is this bullshit!? My life has become a
literal god damn disaster, I s2g. I mean,
at least I don't have to deal with my
asshole boyfriend any more but... /sigh I
don't know. I'm freaking out more than a
little bit.
Like???
I cannot
believe that guy was fucking basically roofie-ing
me over and over! what even HAPPENED
those nights!? I'm totally freaking out
here and I totally fucking hate it.
I don't even
know who to talk to about it, either. I
feel like Steph is probably busy with her
own shit and Claire... Well, she's gonna
be dealing with figuring out how to work
her new body lol. I mean...
I get this
weird feeling maybe Marco might get it.
Maybe I should message him or something.
It's just weird knowing there are these
stretches of my life that I can't
remember. I don't like it at all.
It's freaking me out so badly. I
mean, I can't really remember that six
months in the hospital but that's different.
I was like, actively having a
stress-induced psychotic breakdown. That
wasn't anyone's fault...
But this dude
fucking...
How did he
even do it? Did he use fucked up vampire
mind powers on me or something? Did he drug
me? What even are vampires capable
of?
Then there's
this whole crazy question of trying to
figure out what I want to "be"
-- what's the right decision? What should
I be doing? What's going to be the
smartest decision for me? I
don't know. I'm scared.
I guess I'm
really scared. I have friends who would
help me, right? so why am i so scared to
ask them???
FUCk! Come on
Lydia! You can DO THIS.
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