Taking care of myself, because no one else would!

Now this is a crazy story about me having to take responsibility for my actions, especially when it comes to drinking alcohol. The reason for this is because when I was 12 and my niece wanted to sneak out and so we did. We snuck out so we could go to one of my niece’s friends house and were drinking and smoking weed. This was the first time I would drink alcohol and not just any, but that classic Old English 40 oz. bottles, which I think I downed two maybe three. Then there was the whole puff puff pass going on. I guess after I sat next to someone that seemed cute I guess I had to be helped everywhere. Since I pretty much blacked out, there was even an instance that my niece was like “fuck her, if she injures herself, that’s on her!”

Besides the fact that I could have died of alcohol poisoning, but I guess once my niece got me home, she was pushing me into the shower to see if I would sober up, and then I woke up from sleeping on the couch, no shirt and my upper abs hurting like crazy. Of course, I have the worst hangover, but when I inspected my abs more I realized that my nieces had been dragging me on the floor and my abs were just scraping across the carpet giving me carpet burns. Then I just got changed and went on with the day.

Because of this first scenario, I had to make sure I could function no matter what, so my niece didn’t have to do it. Then again I have always been alone and used to it. Only child, lives in the middle of nowhere, but has no problem traveling and do everything myself. It is the one thing I got used to was disappointment, broken promises, and people letting me down. Today I can say that I have no ties with these people and that if it makes you feel good, you can pretend I already died. So Good-Bye, unworthy people of my family.