To be honest I don't know where to start.
Lets go back 3 wks ago, a friend of mine was in a fight. Lets call him Bird. Amazingly enough it was his best mate who smashed his head against a wall causing him to have 3 long cuts to his forehead and left eye brow. I got to be nurse the following day since no one there at the time thought to do anything about it and actually allowed him to sleep after her had a concussion. Fearing he may have been dead and gf and I went to check on him the next morning and tended to his wounds.
Sadly enough this all happened the day of a funeral that was Birds friend and the reason why we were gathered at Birds house was to be supportive and take his mind off things.. apparently we weren't all on the same page. I had a great deal of trouble trying to understand what had caused this fight and no one else could tell me b/c everyone was drunk and don't remember.. which is all too convenient.
The following week I get an email from my old riding instructor that Mr S, my farrier of 10 years or more, had passed away while coaching the U18's at the football ground where the practice. He was only 51. Pretty young for if u ask me, both my parents are over 51 & he was just over doing my horses feet the week before.
The funeral was at the footy oval where he spent so much of his time training & coaching, over 2000 ppl attended.
I got horrendously burnt, I only just stopped peeling this week. He is going to be irreplaceable, I'm not looking fwd to finding a new farrier either..
Only a few days after that I found out that a girl I was close with when I was in the "rave" scene with was in hospital.I will call her B2T
She had over dosed on drugs and had no brain activity, the day after I found out they turned off her life support.
10 days later was her funeral, we wore purple because that was her favourite colour. Traditional Italian catholic ceremony, with lots of sitting, standing, kneeling and repeat. We were in a huge church and it was filled with people, she was truly amazing person who touched so many lives. This re minds me of the song, only the good die young...
That night I had my first panic attack, the first one I had had in at least a few years.. I really forgot how horrid they were and how intense the feeling is.
I received a msg from one of my fav gf that she was in the town next to mine.
I was trying not to have to drive back and forth from the city to my place ( fuel, time and effort required) but i did so anyway to c my gf. Hours went by, i had to get ready for work and she still didn't come around. She calls me and tells me that she has to drive home later tonight so she will meet me in the city after work.
The following day I had the worst anxiety that i have experienced in a long time. I kept having this horrible feeling that something bad was going to happen.
I picked up some bonus work in the city, i was actually looking forward to the extra cash.
After work i waited for 20min for my friend to show up.. she never did.
I got changed and went to c my friend in a club.
An hour after my friend said she would meet me, i got a txt saying that she had not even left the house she was staying in.....
At this point I cried, yes, sad and pathetic but yes i cried in the club.
I cried for the family who lost their father and husband... i cried for B2T, for her family, for her never getting to have a family and children she always wanted, for not catching up a few wks earlier when she msged me and for being fucked around and fucked over by someone who I thought wouldn't do that to me...
Luckily i had 2 friends with me who hugged me and made me feel better.
At least I had my best friend coming home with me...(which also almost didn't happen due to outside circumstances but he did eventually, YaY)
When we walked back to my car i noticed it was different... it was a mess ( that is more of a mess than normal) someone had broken into it and stolen all the coins out of my ash tray, a lighter and ALL MY MAKE UP!!!! Hundreds of $$ worth of make up of great sentimental value were gone... so much stuff than u cannot even get on the market any more was gone...i felt numb.. the following day i cried for my make up and decided that i would spend the $$ i made at work that night on new make up.
On the Monday this is what i brought:
The Cover girl liquid smells awful, has a HUGE opening so it comes out really fast and it doesn't really cover the well.
I want my old make up back :(
