Nightmare Parents

 Oh, what hell this week has been! On Wednesday, 28 April, I went for what I thought would be a quick doctor's appointment. The doctor took one look at the abscess on my hip, and sent me to the ER. They dug out the infection and installed a penrose drain. I was stuck in the hospital until yesterday afternoon. Now, a nurse is coming daily to change the dressing. The dressing must be changed twice daily, so my mother is doing it once a day, as well. I can't deal with my judgemental parents much longer. I am now, in their eyes, hopeless trash, because I don't clean to their very strange standards. I don't want to go near them- I'm tired of the screaming and nastiness. I'm not like them! And you know what? I'm glad!

All Mixed Up

 Today is Sunday.....contemplating bed because I'm old and stoned and want chocolate. I have no chocolate, sadly, so I suppose I'll join the great repose and go to sleep pretty soon. Not that I am weary, but just bored with these things that always seem like sentences to the delirious? Non,  je regrette Rien. Awesome.

420 week

 Monday (19 April) was one of those days where every little thing seems to go awry, but yesterday made up for it. I even got my new Tori tee shirt in the mail! Today so far has been quiet, b ut I expect tonight to be fun....ok, true. I can't think of anything much to say, so I'll stop this entry before I bore myself to death....

My most recent photo

 Me

15 April 2021

Might not awake without you

 I have a confession. Don't worry, I'm not blatantly confessing here. I just have a problem that I thought I had avoided all these years. I am confronting it now, and I will probably talk more about it later. With enough courage and the help of time for distance, I will say more later. All I can say now is, "I'm sorry, and I love you. Sing with me,, Bell Bottom Blue...."

My So-Called Heroine, age 13

The idol of my early teen years- Juliana Hatfield!

End of the Winter

 February was the most life altering month I've had in a long time. I became disillusioned with Shrek, started a serious relationship with Andy...and, on 16 February, I took what I hope was my last hit of crystal meth. I had been using steadily since October, but simply couldn't continue anymore. The weird patches of skin on my body soon started heali9ng and clearing up. Quitting has, so far, been easier than I expected. If I focus on other things, I have no desire to use. Andy has been really a great help too. My life is finally improving.