It’s really funny, how you can have the best day, or week, or month of your life and be so completely content; then have all of that built up happiness and hope ripped from you in a matter of minutes. Best day of my life/worst day of my life.
How can a day so incredibly amazing, the best day of my fucking LIFE, be ruined? How am I laying here miserable as shit when I was the happiest person(I don’t mean it lightly, either) all day. I was so happy, I even thought to myself, “nothing can ruin this day.” HAHAHA omg was I wrong…. I couldn’t have been MORE wrong. My heart is so fucking mangled as of this moment. Please tell me how a problem that should have been resolved in 10 seconds turned into an all out fucking war. All because of a couple of fucking sloppy ass, drunk men. I don’t ever want to look at a bottle of alcohol ever fucking again. It litterally lifted my heart up, the spontaneously tossed in into a blender.
COPS, you say? HAH. Omg, biggest JOKE of the fucking night, certainly not a laughable one. Don’t have a fucking emergency line if you’re not going to treat your calls like emergencies. I am SO FUCKING OUTRAGED AT ALL OF THE STUPIDITY. Pueblo police are bullshit and I think I should make notice of it… I don’t think I would be in the wrong if I made a big deal of this. I think maybe people would support me if they actually sat down and listened to the story of my horribly tragic night. Idk what to do. I want to write all of my feelings but I’m too lazy. I just want to go to bed and forget the past 4 hours………… If I would have been white trash by 7 I could’ve forgotten it, but nooooooooo.
IM SO FUCKING MAD.
goodbye.
