So last night...probably should have just stayed home. But my best friend needed some moral support and a good cheering up. It was all fine and dandy until I got that blasted flat tire on the way to Tyson's house. Neither my boy nor hers would answer the phone....What brats. So we called Tyson. Luckily he's a pretty amazing friend and came to our rescue. Went to his house for a bit after he saved us from dying on the side of the road. (over dramatic, yes I know) Then I took Ashley home and went home myself. The events that happened after I arrived at my house truly disappoint me, but only in myself. I know I'm better then this and I can kick it if I want. It needs to stop being my escape, it needs to stop being my only release. Well actually, "it" doesn't need to stop, I need to stop letting it do these things for me. I know its not right and I can't really deal with myself for doing it.
Had to go buy 2 new tires today. Cuz not only was the one shredded, the other one on that side decided it needed to start going flat. I called my mom crying because I just couldn't handle the thought of not being able to pay for the things I need. I've always had money and never needed to ask anyone for help. It was a very difficult task for me to do. But I accomplished it and feel much better about my life. I know I'm being childish and freaking out over nothing but it's been a while since I've had a freak out so I think it all just came out today.
"I'm tongue tied and terrified of what I'll say"
~Mayday Parade
