gamecat
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I have a single ex. First love and whatnot. We broke up on behalf of arguments getting thermonuclear. The 7 months afterward were the worst part. From hearing that I never cared (when I'd ride a greyhound bus for four hours a week to go see her, for a year and a half, for we lived 70 miles) to her gleefully telling me how great boyfriend v2.0 is over v1.0, the "love" of our relationship has changed.
She lost a lot of friends to their drug habits. Truthfully, I ran off down into a psychedelic nightmare hole for some 4 months. Just so I could gleefully listen to her cringe when I told her how anhillated I was the previous weekend. Ecstasy she particularly hated. So I took the greatest joy in methelynedeoxymethamphetamine. The night she found out I dropped X, my phone rang and she breathed fire on me for a half an hour.
Drugs helped us break up. We met at a rave, my first one. We started dating two weeks afterward, and she said no drugs for me. Which was absolutely fine. Fast-forward to eight months. I have a hankering to try X. She says no, or she'll break up. Not a problem for me. Fast forward to 1.5 years. She's smoking marijuana right in front of me. She tells me it isn't a drug because it's natural. That marked the death of things right there.
Hee hee. I have issues.
We aren't friends anymore. It's a grudging affection I regard her with, I think. If boyfriend v2.0 turns out to hurt her, it'll be a long drive to long beach to kill somebody for someone I profess to don't care about anymore. Gamecat's a little


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She lost a lot of friends to their drug habits. Truthfully, I ran off down into a psychedelic nightmare hole for some 4 months. Just so I could gleefully listen to her cringe when I told her how anhillated I was the previous weekend. Ecstasy she particularly hated. So I took the greatest joy in methelynedeoxymethamphetamine. The night she found out I dropped X, my phone rang and she breathed fire on me for a half an hour.
Drugs helped us break up. We met at a rave, my first one. We started dating two weeks afterward, and she said no drugs for me. Which was absolutely fine. Fast-forward to eight months. I have a hankering to try X. She says no, or she'll break up. Not a problem for me. Fast forward to 1.5 years. She's smoking marijuana right in front of me. She tells me it isn't a drug because it's natural. That marked the death of things right there.
Hee hee. I have issues.
We aren't friends anymore. It's a grudging affection I regard her with, I think. If boyfriend v2.0 turns out to hurt her, it'll be a long drive to long beach to kill somebody for someone I profess to don't care about anymore. Gamecat's a little



