So I need TPE, and I've also had a fucking weird couple of weeks so I need somewhere to air out my thoughts. Why not combine the two I thought to myself? So here we are.
Basically, the last two weeks have been really odd. Not necessarily bad, but strange. It started a couple weeks back, when I first moved back to my uni town to start my summer job and due to extreme boredom I ended up on a night out with a friend of a friend in the local shithole nightclub. I got blackout wasted and came to in a trap house (I wish I was making this up) where I was chilling with some very shady people. I was too wasted to know how, but things turned sour somehow and I ended up running out of the house with a bunch of other people, luckily the aforementioned friend of a friend lived a couple of houses down the road and so I had the genius idea of going there instead of going home even though it was like 5am. I was let into the house, but the people I'd met in the t house also wanted to come in, but the people in the house weren't having it. Things got bad quickly, and before long a guy had been bottled (had a glass bottle smashed over his face) by some girl who was there. The feds were all over the scene quickly, and we were all taken to the police station and had to give statements. It was after I left the police station that I became sober enough to know I'd lost my phone, and of course it was still in the trap house. Figuring it was a write off, I bit the bullet and paid the £150 to get it replaced and draw a line under the whole awful night.
So I started work last week and it's actually been really fun, I got a little sketched out on the days I wasn't working living on my own and going long stretches without talking to anyone irl was a very weird thing. Anyway, I was in the store on Tuesday night and I got sent a text by the girl I've been seeing for the last couple months that totally fried my head, like I've had three days to look at it and I still can't work out whether she's trying to tell me she's not interested anymore or she's surprised I'm interested, it's all a big clusterfuck and it does more harm than good to think about it, so it's being pushed to the back of my mind as much as possible. I'm going to Reading Festival next weekend which should be sick, the lineup is unreal this year, and I'm hoping that'll restore some normality as I get closer to the start of the new year at university. Basically, I've had probably the weirdest month of my life and I hope this goes some way to explaining why I might have been a little absent the last couple weeks. If you read all this, you're dedicated. Thank you thank you thank you.