I went out last night to pick up a cd from a band, I was helping them with a lyric issue, and decided I'd stick around with a few friends. One of them been a friend for 3 years, she brought her boyf's friend we shall call him N. After the band had played i went to talk to them about what they needed me to write and what needed tweaking, it was cool, I was ok, drinking just water. My friend asked if i wanted a drink, she was buying a round, so I said yeah, now normally I never let anyone touch or buy me a drink without me actually been stood with them...I'm paranoid and feel that people cannot be trusted. But tonight for some reason I was too busy jotting notes about this new tune.
What happened last night has probably changed my world quite a bit.
My friend brought over a vodka and redbull, I rarely drink nowadays, and when I do it's one or 2 to get a buzz. I trusted this girl, she's never given me reason not to, and she's always been a good friend....this was my biggest fucking mistake. I finished the drink and the club was filling up, I started feeling really weird, so I had extra water, and felt kind of out of it...so I'm starting to think it was my meds and the vodka...but I forgot to take my meds yesterday, so I was beginning to trip...The guy with me and my friend S, he was acting possessive, and following me, and if people i knew chatted, he was telling them to fuck off. This freaked me out and I told S(my friend) that N's attitude wasn't normal. She said oh he likes you. My other friend kerry was with us, and she was flirting with N and he seemed to like me...but was snogging her, to my relief.
I was feeling really dizzy at 12 30 am, and everything was a fucking blur, so I told Kerry I wanted to go home, but she was with N, who was trying to pull me by the waist to dance, so i told him to get the fuck off me. S was been all huggy, and I realised they were all high on pills, which in turn they had spiked my drink with one. I was asking Kerry to take me home, but she wasn't listening and was trying to get me involved in this stuff with N. At around 1 45 am after been so out of it, I found one of the band I know, and got them to take me home. I was at home tripping so bad, that I was in bed all today shaking and wishing I wasn't such a fucking moron, and that one lapse of concentration nearly got me into a whole heap of shit.
Today Kerry came over, with S and it is the 3rd time in my life I have actually punched someone in the face. My hand hurts, I hate everyone and I am sick of people thinking I'm so dumb shit, who wouldn't actually retaliate.
I won't be going out anymore, because I'm done with it.
