February 24
Well it's the weekend and here I sit, alone. Terry is working, Ginger has a date with some jerk, Vangie is going to a party, Sandy has a date, and Lou is at another party
I wasn't invited to. When she called she said to not take it so hard and please understand. That if it was her party I'd be there. Right. I can't say though that I didn't see this coming. At the last party when I thought everyone was talking about me it turned out to be true. The last couple of parties I went to with her were boring and Damien was at one of them. After an hour of watching everybody get high and disappear into rooms to fuck Lou and Damien went outside and never came back. They were both stoned and didn't even tell me they were leaving. Since nobody was talking to me I had to break down and call Terry at work for a ride.
When I talked to Lou the next day over the phone she apologized and I told her to go fuck herself and hung up. After that I didn't hear from her for a couple days until
now. This square bullshit is really ruining my social life. And I'm losing Lou in the process. And for what? It's not like if I get high every now and again that I'm going
die.
But I just can't shake the idea that I couldn't remember how I got home.
I admit, that did frighten me.
I feel like crying, like the whole scum bag world is against me. Earlier I tried cutting myself for the first time ever and it wasn't so bad. It actually helped a little.
Dear old friend of mine, what has become of me? WHAT AM I TURNING INTO?!
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Slipped Away
General FictionThis is the diary of a teenage girl's descent into the world of drugs. Mature content. Not for the squeamish. I do not own anything except my characters and this story. I wrote it from an idea I had, and I just rolled with it to see where it would g...
