Everything from that point on, I didn’t remember. I blacked out. I woke up the next morning in serious discomfort. I ran to the bathroom, hovered over the toilet and let it out. I brushed my teeth, chugged a bottle of water then went back into Brianna’s room to ask her what the hell happened last night after we left the second frat. She laughed and began to tell me all of the stupid things I did. Mind you, I do not remember any of this, it was told to me the next morning. As we left the frat, I went into the kitchen and took a can of green beans and a North Face that wasn’t mine. I’m confused as to why no one tried to stop me from doing that but okay. Anyway, on the walk to the bus stop I said that I had to go to the bathroom so I ran before the library and went to the bathroom and then they lost me. I do not remember how I got home, the only thing that I knew is that I was in the bus crying because I sent Brianna a video through text message. Thank god I was at least smart enough to do that! When we got back to the apartment, Bri told me that I kept saying “This was the funniest night of my life,” And here’s why.
a strange place! A place that I find strange would have to be Sound Garden Hall. This is a place where raves happen, I have never been into the whole rave scene. Although I do enjoy the music being played; the amount of people tripping on acid and rolling on molly really freaks me out.
Once you walk into Sound garden, all you see is flashing, colorful lights. It is abnormally hot inside of that place because everyone is dancing, and there has to be over at least 3,000 people in there. My mistake was going there sober(which I don't even do drugs to begin with), because it was probably the worst night of my life. Watching all these young teenagers act like hooligans and nodding out in the middle of the dance floor is not what I like to be seeing/doing on my Saturday night. As I stand there with my friend who is rolling face, me being sober, some kid from my high school walks up to me and says, "Hey would you like to make some money and sell this girl for me?" When he said that, I automatically knew he was talking about molly. From the time that happened, I wanted to leave. The feelings of being this uncomfortable actually made me feel light headed. I could feel the entire room spinning, I knew I was about to pass out. I wanted to leave but my friend didn't because she's used to coming to these type of "concerts". Once you leave the building you cannot reenter, so I went to wait outside in the freezing cold for about 3 hours. Sitting against the side of the building, I am watching these kids who are wearing hardly any clothes, wearing strange clothes and having these weird hats on their heads that look like animals and beaded bracelets going up their arms; some even covering their mouths. I was wearing leggings, vans and a leather jacket. I knew I didn't belong here, and I will never go back again. A familiar place!This room never changes to me. I always come here to find peace of mind and comfort, mainly at night time. As soon as I shut the lights out, I plug in the dim rainbow lights that hang around the boarder of my room. I open my laptop and go into my chill playlist on spotify and jam out while scrolling through my news-feed on tumblr. To me, I go to my bedroom for advice more than I go to my own friends or family.
I spend some much time in my room, weather it includes doing my hair, make up or sleeping. Then, it’s just a bedroom. But when nighttime hits this room becomes a part of me. Most nights, I stay awake crying, listening to sad music or stare up into the dark nightly room just thinking. It might sound weird to anybody else, but when i’m in deep thought thinking about something I need an answer to I can look around my room and my pink walls can almost answer those questions that bother my mind. My room has seen me at my worst, my best and my happiest. I feel comfortable in my room, it’s been with me through the break ups, it’s seen me being happy with my friends, also have done some things that aren’t approved of in my room. My room makes me feel a sense of comfort, calmness and serenity. It also shows a side of me that most people don’t know, me being messy and discombobulated. But I never feel that way when I am in my room. |
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