Post by Spike Kane on Feb 24, 2008 18:42:34 GMT -6
So...I bet your all wondering why I no-showed a week before the biggest show of nCw's career.
Well....things got on top of me, everything just kinda hit me and I folded, like a little bitch who just wished his body gave up over christmas and he never survived......yes, that bad.
Well, I'm sure last week you all knew about my internet cutting out, which caused me no end of stress, it was also the result of me no showing the ****ing ICT. Way to go...champ.
And Monday night...my now EX girlfriend decided we need to "have a break" knowing full well that to me there's no such thing as a "break" so basicly she forced my hand to break up with her.
Dum dum di dum, go back to college, got **** loads of work to do...I can deal. Wednesday comes and I got work, a close shift which means no cpu work at all that day.
Thursday comes and I meet up with the guys, me and Sam were supposed to go watch Jumper at the cinema, but when I called I got a "phone off" message and he wasn't at home. I thought nothing of it and headed to my friends because I couldn't be at home on my own. I started drinking again.....drank a fair few, this was after Sam told me he'd spent the day with my ex-girlfriend.
Now don't be confused, I'm not pissed that they spent time together. I'm pissed that she went out of her way to spend time with the guy I told her was looking after me, especially when we were supposed to go to the cinema....
So we leave the pub, and we head to the chippy were Sam blurts out that she tried to kill herself.
****ing awesome! HUH!?
I've just spent three months preparing, having and recovering from ****ING HEART SURGERY! I have fought desperatly for my life...and she tries to throw hers away!?
Let alone she initiated the break up in the first place!
So I decided not to go back to Sams as planned, probably for the best because I didn't want to take my anger out on Sam. He's a great friend and I do appreciate it Sam, I just don't swallow the bull**** that you two are friends. You never wanted me to get back with her, and she hates you....it's that simple.
Friday: So I wake up at my friend Adam's house. He works across the street from me so i know I'm getting a lift to work, woot. So I spend the day doing **** all, get to work two hours early and decide to kill time by watching Rambo!
(which is a mother****ing awesome!)
I convince work to let me leave early, meet up with my friends and go to a rock club. Now I knew going there that SHE was going to be there, out of spite of course, because when she was with me she never did anything or barely spoke to her "friends" but eh...**** that. So I go, it's my mates 21st too, which rocks. We drink JD & Coke all night, then suddenly we turn to vodka and coke. I drank enough to be sick...and then drank even more. I knew she was there, my friends told me...but LUCKILY I never ran into her or her friends.
I had an amazing time, hung out with a couple of girls, one hot chick who I even got a photo with xD and rocked out like crazy. Then in the taxi gome I got depressed...and angry.
When I got out the taxi I began beating the **** out of a power box. Angry at her, and angry at myself for letting it upset me. Luckily Dave was there for me, and he helped me let it all out, which probably helped.
Saturday spawned a day of computer games and finally watching Batman Begins (damn that movie owns) then off to a family gathering with more drinking and awsome food, and more cpu game (meaning I segregated myself and played COD4)
Sunday....wake up...play SDvsR for a bit, then Marvel Ultimate Alliance...then off to work.
I get home, knowing full well I've no shown this week and won't be able to write my match.
Basicly guys....I just lost it this week...I gave in to excessive amounts of alcohol, I fell down a lonely and sad slope, and if it weren't for my few friends who stuck by me...I don't wanna know what would have happened.
I'm sorry I let you guys down...in many more ways than one...
I'm just sorry guys.
Well....things got on top of me, everything just kinda hit me and I folded, like a little bitch who just wished his body gave up over christmas and he never survived......yes, that bad.
Well, I'm sure last week you all knew about my internet cutting out, which caused me no end of stress, it was also the result of me no showing the ****ing ICT. Way to go...champ.
And Monday night...my now EX girlfriend decided we need to "have a break" knowing full well that to me there's no such thing as a "break" so basicly she forced my hand to break up with her.
Dum dum di dum, go back to college, got **** loads of work to do...I can deal. Wednesday comes and I got work, a close shift which means no cpu work at all that day.
Thursday comes and I meet up with the guys, me and Sam were supposed to go watch Jumper at the cinema, but when I called I got a "phone off" message and he wasn't at home. I thought nothing of it and headed to my friends because I couldn't be at home on my own. I started drinking again.....drank a fair few, this was after Sam told me he'd spent the day with my ex-girlfriend.
Now don't be confused, I'm not pissed that they spent time together. I'm pissed that she went out of her way to spend time with the guy I told her was looking after me, especially when we were supposed to go to the cinema....
So we leave the pub, and we head to the chippy were Sam blurts out that she tried to kill herself.
****ing awesome! HUH!?
I've just spent three months preparing, having and recovering from ****ING HEART SURGERY! I have fought desperatly for my life...and she tries to throw hers away!?
Let alone she initiated the break up in the first place!
So I decided not to go back to Sams as planned, probably for the best because I didn't want to take my anger out on Sam. He's a great friend and I do appreciate it Sam, I just don't swallow the bull**** that you two are friends. You never wanted me to get back with her, and she hates you....it's that simple.
Friday: So I wake up at my friend Adam's house. He works across the street from me so i know I'm getting a lift to work, woot. So I spend the day doing **** all, get to work two hours early and decide to kill time by watching Rambo!
(which is a mother****ing awesome!)
I convince work to let me leave early, meet up with my friends and go to a rock club. Now I knew going there that SHE was going to be there, out of spite of course, because when she was with me she never did anything or barely spoke to her "friends" but eh...**** that. So I go, it's my mates 21st too, which rocks. We drink JD & Coke all night, then suddenly we turn to vodka and coke. I drank enough to be sick...and then drank even more. I knew she was there, my friends told me...but LUCKILY I never ran into her or her friends.
I had an amazing time, hung out with a couple of girls, one hot chick who I even got a photo with xD and rocked out like crazy. Then in the taxi gome I got depressed...and angry.
When I got out the taxi I began beating the **** out of a power box. Angry at her, and angry at myself for letting it upset me. Luckily Dave was there for me, and he helped me let it all out, which probably helped.
Saturday spawned a day of computer games and finally watching Batman Begins (damn that movie owns) then off to a family gathering with more drinking and awsome food, and more cpu game (meaning I segregated myself and played COD4)
Sunday....wake up...play SDvsR for a bit, then Marvel Ultimate Alliance...then off to work.
I get home, knowing full well I've no shown this week and won't be able to write my match.
Basicly guys....I just lost it this week...I gave in to excessive amounts of alcohol, I fell down a lonely and sad slope, and if it weren't for my few friends who stuck by me...I don't wanna know what would have happened.
I'm sorry I let you guys down...in many more ways than one...
I'm just sorry guys.