Last night--I think it was last night-- I said I hurt myself again. And I did, just not physically. I didn't mean it like that. This is much worse.
Adrian stayed the night tonight. The cops showed up at Max's. Twas hilarious. The twenty-some people who'd been drinking instantly sobered up and tried to be as normal as possible. They took everyone's name, birthdate, and how much they'd drank down. Kyle, a Beechwood senior who's name I can't remember, Adrian, and I were the only ones who hadn't been drinking so we had to drive everyone home. Well I took Adrian to my house. He was supposed to stay the night at Max's but no one who wasn't family was allowed to.
The people deemed sober got breathilized. It's really not as cool as people make it sound.
Ha, so funny story: the kid who's name I can't remember, he drove a couple kids up the street and then came back to the house for another car load. When he walked in the door again, he said, "Hey! I heard there was a party he--oh..." he said and looked at the cops. Even the officers laughed.
I hate not getting any sleep. I want to sleep so badly. Maybe I should take medicine for it. Three different pills a day isn't too bad for someone my age, right?
Adrian talked to me about his medicine tonight. It makes me worry about Brandon. You can only take one every 16 hours or you could all into a coma or worse. That scares the hell out of me. I could easily imagine him taking more to 'make it work better/sooner.' Also, Adrian takes it only every other day as to not get addicted or start to rely on them. I don't know how often Brandon takes them, but again, I worry.
And, again, this is why I don't take anything to fall asleep. It would be too easy to make a mistake, whether on accident or purpose...
What a crappy Valentine's Day today is going to be. Actually, after 4 once I'm with Breanna, it'll be fun. But any day with her would be. Valentine's Day without a valentine, it's depressing and upsetting. Then again, last year was the only time I've had a real valentine. *sigh
I'm such a stupid romantic. I want so much for someone to surprise me tomorrow or something. To make me feel less pathetic about my shitty love life.
Found out Brandon is keeping up with this. It's nice to know he's somewhat interested in my life. Probably because it's so damn entertaining to the outside world. It's practically a soap opera. Or it could be that it's a huge ego boost to him now.
Everything I write is so short and choppy. Probably because my mind is in a million places all the time. After every sentence it seems I pause and think about something before writing the next. Lacks coherency because of that. I hope it's not too bad.
He makes my heart race. Literally and figuratively.
Stupid boy.
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