Oh man, I fuckin' swear...

Okay first off, yeah I know I haven't updated in a while. I didn't have internet for basically two months and uh I kind of forgot about my blog. Hey it happens! Secondly, I told myself that I wouldn't write about my personal life but fuck it.

So I have kind of been dating this girl for a while. I wasn't particularly crazy about her but I decided that I would see where things went. Which was a really bad idea.

My first red flag should have been when we went to a bar and she told me she didn't drink. Now the only explanation for someone her age to not drink is they're either an alcoholic, or they're very religious. Considering she is covered with tattoos, I doubt it's the latter.

Second red flag was she always had these "engagements" that she had already committed to. Now it could have just been an excuse to not hangout with me, but there was something fishy about them. She just had this aura about her that she didn't want me to know what these "engagements" were.

Now, here's what should have been the red alarm. I was at her apartment, which has no fucking air conditioning. It's basically sweltering in there, so we aren't wearing much in the clothing department. I notice something though. She has scars all over the inside of her thighs and upper arms. Like, at least a hundred all together. I have dealt with this kind of situation before. She is obviously a cutter, or was.

I confronted her about it. She wouldn't tell me much about the scars, just that she used to be pretty fucked up. She used to be an alcoholic, and a druggie. Those "engagements" are rehab meetings. She's been in rehab for practically two years, and has been clean for a year and a half.

Now despite all of this evidence to the contrary I continue to see her. Which of course was very, very silly. Things were going okay, then a couple days ago she calls me, saying how she doesn't want anything romantic, it's too much pressure, she just wants to be friends. "Okay, no problem, I understand." Guess that problem's over.

Well, she calls me tonight. She wants to go out with me, that she was just feeling weird at the time she called me a couple days ago, that it was a mistake. I say that I'll think about it and call her later, I'm currently not feeling so well (Which is true, that White Castle from the other day is still bothering me).

Now I am really at a loss what to do. I'm definately not calling her back because I'm just sick of crazy people, but she is crazy and might take it the wrong way or something. And she has a pitbull. And she's fucking crazy.

I'm seriously kind of scared!

My last shit was epic.

I had to kill it with a shovel.