I was at my best friends 17th.. i was having a good time until i found out he kissed her. it wasn't even a shock. it was devastating and there was nothing i could do, but sit there and cry. S took me upstairs and gave me a really good talk. Told me to wipe away my tears and pull yourself together. So i did. I went down the stairs with a smile on my face.. went into the room that we weren't supposed to be in.. stood up from my chair and fell. Breaking both legs and my arm. I don't remember what was running through my mind that second. I was more concerned about him. That why i went away from it all. Just to have a moment by myself to put everything into perspective. I guess it didnt work.
I was angry at everyone apart from S. i could never be mad at her. Everyone was exaggerating and lying. lying to me, and to everyone else. god some people. now i just think f*** that. but i know he could do better. just saying.
So a month later - im home. Just recovering from an operation ( re-rodding my leg & replatting my arm ) so its just gunna be a slow recovery and from now on everythings gunna be different. Since ive been in hospital.. there are some people in life who i just cant be dealing with anymore. I changed this summer., and so did they, but the wrong way. and tbh i can't deal with them anymore. useless pratts.
