So i went to my first foam party, got ditched and had to walk home without my coat/ keys/or phone. Then i got in all upset, cried and cried. So tired and lost, i think im ill now as well.
And I had a really nasty dream about me and my familly going on a picnic. We had fondent fancies, but half way thorugh when I was eating popcorn my brother turned intno a zombie. And all his friends turned into zombies. They wanted to kill us or eat us or something. They chased us round and round up in these trees and through scaffolding. I ran home and tried to tell mum that joe was a zombie and wanted to kll me but she thought i was making it up. I locked myself in the bathroom but he started attacking the door with a screwdriver, then i heard him kill mum.
Then I woke up
Horrible night all round.
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PLus i forgot to mention that this foam party was full of drunken men with wandering hands and funny ideas. People kept grabbing me and pulling me to them, like id want to dance with them! Got leered at more times than you've had hot dinners, which is frustrating cos there was pleanty of hos to stare at they could have left me alone. And i was wearing my sports bra so there'd be less to look at anyway. Treated like a fucking peice of meat. Dont think ill go clubbing for a while. Maybe ill dress shit on purpose, after all dressing nice doesnt do anything for me. I still felt insignificant and inferior to all the pretty girls there. |
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