3 posts tagged “mobile”

U kNo HoW i Do!!!

FoOlIn'

I miss simple things. Walks. Swinging. Early morning cartoons. Playing outside till the street lights come on. First night out with the friends after YOU get your license. Clouds. Rainbows. Puppies. Cotton Candy. All simple and just the way life is suppost to be.

Spaded. Jaded. Faded.

Let me start by saying this part of my life was never expected, never intended, something I swore I would never never never ever in a million years do.
Let me take you back 6 months... January sucked. I left school cause I hated where I lived, and it wasn't because I didn't like the people I loved my roommate and her family I was so gracious for them letting me live there while I was at school. I just really hated being far from home. So I left. Moved back home, and back in with the then boyfriend, let's call him Alan. Alan and I had been on and off for over 2 years, so when I left college it just worked that we were together at the time so I could move in with him instead of my moms. Alan and I lived together for 2 weeks before his other roommate got mad I was there, Alan and I were always fighting and so we broke up...again. The break up kinda came at a good time because again I was able to avoid moving home with my mom...even if it was just for a week.
My grandparents were going to California like they always do in January to stay with my grandpa's sister at her condo. So I went to stay and at the time my dad was living there. There are a few things you should know about my dad.... First: he has MS (multple scrosis) Second: he's an alcoholic and is on probation Third: he hangs out with people my age (myself being almost 19) Fourth: My dad is only 36 (37 in a few months) So when I went to stay with my dad while my grandparent were gone. Normally me and my dad fight but we promised my grandparents we would be nice while they were away... I wish I wouldn't have made that promise, I wish I would had to go home, but that's fate for ya. I got to my grandparents and my dad was nice. Not something I was use to, but I could also tell there was something different about him. I wasn't sure what at the time but it knew it was something, but at the time as well I was also upset about me and Alan breaking up...again. So I shrugged it off. I really started paying attention the next day, when my dads friends started coming over. They tried to be sneeky about it but I knew what was going on...kinda. Then his friends started talking to me, first this one girl let's call her Amy: Amy was 19, no job, living with drug dealer boyfriend and backstabbing friend, and was kinda going no where. Well Amy was kinda cool, she got me high. At this time