Thursday morning I had a hard conversation over coffee with my ex of 5 years. It was really sad.
Thursday evening I was roofied at a local bar. They stole my phone, but thankfully someone who knew me made sure I didn't go home with three grown men, could have been raped or worese. So I am thankful for that little bit. I haven't felt good or right since, and emotionally I feel lost.
My $250 bong was broken after only having it for a few days by one of my friends. It's hard to be angry at your friends when it's a freak accident, but that piece was sentimental and a gift from someone I care about, irreplaceable.
I just don't even fucking know.
My social anxiety is horrible and the person who used to be afraid of nothing, is afraid of everything and everyone.
