i don't sleep very much on weekends.
on friday i had work all day then i went to hang out with the drug dealer i mentioned in a previous post and he's nice.
then i went to a rave and went through all sorts of adventures
i took long walks in the woods and got lost
then i went back home and played video games, slept a bit, then had dinner with the family and slept more.
yesterday i drank a lot of gin and i accidentally drank mdma-water
i danced a lot and my drug dealer boy was there and he rubbed my back
then we went back to his apartment & we watched boondocks and the matrix and smoked cigarettes on the balcony & lied down on the ground all night & we kissed & he told me lots of things
then in the morning we had breakfast and i'm home now and i haven't slept yet.
it felt special though somehow & surreal
like i was living someone else's life.
i don't think i've ever seen anyone so happy to be with me on a balcony at 6 in the morning smoking cigarettes
i think he may just be very lonely and i can't trust him and i don't want to like him.