Unfortunately for the majority of students at Degrassi, I'm back from the hospital. I won't be going back to school until Monday, so have your ridiculous gossip-drenched fun while I'm not here. You've got tonight, tomorrow, Friday, and the weekend.
And I can cut it short if things continue to be a complete and utter Hell.
I just want to say
I love you thanks to Craig and thanks to Ashley and anyone else I might have missed for visiting me. I really appreciate it. Craig, how can you even look at me after everything I've done to you and everything I've done to other people? After all the hateful things you've heard about me? God, I'm so stupid for ever losing you. No matter how many times that you say it, it's my fault. Please realize that I'm the one for you. Not Alex. Please, not Alex.
So .. my parents told me. It was alcohol poisoning. I'm not going to make any lame excuses. No, someone didn't pour some vodka into my mashed potatoes while I wasn't looking.
Because of all of the conniving shit I've been doing lately the only think I'd been looking foward to was drinking. Cold, hard drinking all night long, all afternoon long after school. I admit it. Yeah. I screwed up, which is what I do best. Give it all you've got, I've heard it all by now.
And I'm still sorry. Sorry to Manny, sorry to Craig, even sorry to Alex. Sorry that I was so .. blegh.
While I was sick I had my fair share of Lohan flicks, so I have to say that I'll be "sucking the poison" out of my life. Which means no more Ravine. No more drinking. No more latenight sneak-outs. No more Jay.
No more meaningless, no-strings-attached sex.
I think I'll write a petition. Or make some ribbons. Those always make me feel better. Actually, I wouldn't know since I haven't made either of them in months.
Petition regarding what, you might ask? Underage drinking.
And abstinence, so people don't have to go through a pregnancy AND an STD scare within four months like I have.