i fucking hate my life
___ came home tonight (after not having heard from him in 4 days) kpinned and drunk and fuck. i had a friend over and he tells me hes going to hit me if i dont give him my bowl for the night in front of her. knocked all my shit over and fell down the stairs and tried to break my perfume and mirrors. now i’m going to have my family and people in my business. he choked me, threw me around the room, and said the most horrible things about me and my family i couldnt have even imagined. then he has the nerve to tell me we might get back together…and he wonders why i want to go to the psychiatric hospital. kill me.
