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ixquic_creation · 10-06-2008, 10:49 PM

My ex and I shared an apartment. Our apartment turned into a party house.

Drugs and booze, constantly. Pharms, crack, coke, hard alcohol, ect. Alterations that I don't mess with.

Negativity, constantly.

There were several downtrodden, misplaced, angry individuals who were ALWAYS there. Alot of "fuck-the-world.-I-don't-need-anyone." type attitudes. Fights breaking out, arguements, drama.

I would always end up looking like the bitch of the year, because someone would get shitface and belligerent, so I'd kick them out. I don't tolerate that type of behavior, especially in my own home. My ex had NO spine, concerning his friends.

Granted, I love wine, bud, and hallucinogens as much as the next pseudo-hippie... but when you throw a whole bunch of metalheads and juggalos together, and your hippiefest turns into a bloodbath. I view drugs as vehicle for mind expansion, but they wanted to forget their minds.

I was very, very depressed. Suicidal, almost. Alot of, "Goddess, is this my life? I'll never, ever make it to my half-life. I'm twenty years old, and already hate existance. How the hell did I get on interstate 8!?"

The relationship fizzled out, and I started surrounding myself with more positive, intellectual people.

Depression went away. Go figure.

I feed off of positive energy. It gives me light and hope.

Misery loves company, and I'm too empathic for my own good.

10-06-2008, 10:49 PM	#13 (permalink)
ixquic_creation Member Join Date: Jun 2008 Type: INFP Posts: 31	My ex and I shared an apartment. Our apartment turned into a party house. Drugs and booze, constantly. Pharms, crack, coke, hard alcohol, ect. Alterations that I don't mess with. Negativity, constantly. There were several downtrodden, misplaced, angry individuals who were ALWAYS there. Alot of "fuck-the-world.-I-don't-need-anyone." type attitudes. Fights breaking out, arguements, drama. I would always end up looking like the bitch of the year, because someone would get shitface and belligerent, so I'd kick them out. I don't tolerate that type of behavior, especially in my own home. My ex had NO spine, concerning his friends. Granted, I love wine, bud, and hallucinogens as much as the next pseudo-hippie... but when you throw a whole bunch of metalheads and juggalos together, and your hippiefest turns into a bloodbath. I view drugs as vehicle for mind expansion, but they wanted to forget their minds. I was very, very depressed. Suicidal, almost. Alot of, "Goddess, is this my life? I'll never, ever make it to my half-life. I'm twenty years old, and already hate existance. How the hell did I get on interstate 8!?" The relationship fizzled out, and I started surrounding myself with more positive, intellectual people. Depression went away. Go figure. I feed off of positive energy. It gives me light and hope. Misery loves company, and I'm too empathic for my own good.