2:30 am
10/10/2001 04:44 p.m.
They came in at 2 in the morning and someone slammed my bedroom door hard, probably so I would realize what was going on. My ex as of less then a week and someone who claims to be my twin soul were sitting on my couch with these guys.
My "twin soul"'s boyfriend and two of his friends. One was the guy that had been in my house before with Tamisha, and probably who she drove in my car. They are all out yaking away like it is social hour, back from the bar. I want to just lay there and sleep or bust out yelling, but my stomache decides for me that I must go to the bathroom and maybe throw up. So I go out, they dont' acknowledge me at all. I go back in my room and try and sleep, but once again my stomache decides I might need to throw up. So I go out, and there she is, fresh off of shitting on me, laying on this guy lap. The instant urge was to grab him by the neck and throw him out the window. As tired as I was I still would have got away with it. So I kept going into the bathroom and come back out and get something to drink. I sit down and ask them how long this shit has been going on.
"what shit?" she asks. ah, like I just didn't see that crap.
My "twin soul" goes to excuse herself from the situation and I state that if she is my friend, as she claims, she will reveal any info that she has. She plays it down of course and thats that.
"Nothing has been going on, and I'm being straight with you." Says the pierced piece of shit on my couch. I don't believe it for a second, but state that I appreciate his honesty.
She however, stares at me like I just murdered her whole family. Then they all leave and I go back to bed. With vivid dreams of setting the house on fire, and watching everything melt away, including my life.
I am currently Detached
I am listening to the hum of a ceiling fan