Look Alive Sunshine

     Yeah this break has been pretty friggen insane, but there are still terrible things which haunt me. What if im not overreacting? what if I am…nevermind I can’t even begin to think it.

    Well, I woke up this morning with a bandaid right bellow my ass cheek, a swollen knee, 5 texts from friends asking if I was alive, and a massive hangover. What happened? Did I just have an amazing night without him? This is great! I mean when I pictured my 1 year celebration I imagined cuddling with him, not a bottle of vodka, but hey, at least vodka isnt a complete douche to me (except when I wake up the next morning feeling like death). I remember rekindling lost friendships and beginning new ones. I also came to the realization that I don’t want a serious relationship in high school. Now, I just need to break this epiphany to the guy who I have a small “thing” with. That will be fun.

        First drink of the day at 10:30am. Happy 1 year (my ass)!

                        CHEERS MOTHER FUCKER ILL SEE YOU IN HELL

         So pretty much my name is Gabby and I’m just average. I’m not sporty, I’m smart but not the smartest, I’m single (as of 1 week today, coming out of a badly mentally abusive relationship) and I’m not on the top of the invite list when someone has a party. I’m in 11th grade and can’t wait to go to college and get away from all of these toxic people. I love helping friends and sometimes I feel like I help people with their problems better than I solve my own. So now to vent about the problems which no one will read, but it makes me feel better to get it off my chest.

          So the boyfriend I broke up with one week ago? Well our one year is tomorrow and I’m dreading that sappy text he is bound to send trying to get back with me. I know I won’t go back to him, I can’t after the way he treated me, but I know how good he is at wording things perfectly. He’s been slowly injecting me with his poison for nearly a year and I still haven’t found the antidote. I know he will take advantage of that and inject me with the final blow tomorrow which will either help me heal and realize I am better off, or take me into a mental breakdown as I try to fight the effects of the poison. Wish me luck.

     So pretty much im going to use tumblr to vent. You can unsubcribe if you like, or we can exchange thoughts on situations I post about and build together off of them, after all, we might just have a similar situation. I just figured I would warn people.