I Don't Know Where To Start

The Story

I don't know where to start. My life is completely wrapped up. It all started when I was 17 (now I'm 22). Together with my friend, we smoked grass every day, sometimes 2 cigarettes depending on the mood. At 18, we're already stoned with every junk. It happened to be Irre
We were already junkies. They both left their families and we lived the house together, we stopped going to school. Every night, I'm organizing a crazy dog-house-you know a lot of dope, weed, booze, and for dessert sex. My boyfriend was taking drugs for a seizure, and since I was the only girl in the company, his buddies were cutting me one by one. They raped me in the most brutal way. And he--my love didn't know which world it was in
When I told him he was starting to laugh and saying, "Why are you lying now?" "And so I resigned because I didn't want to lose... He was all I had... every night after another party, he fell asleep, and the three of them (his friends) were talking to me. It's not like I've lost all my friends, only my brother, who is two years older than me, did not give up and continued to pour my brains into the head. But I never listened to it. Everything went on last year in May. On 22 May, my friend and I had a very cruel fight, because I realized that
Cheated on me with the woman who supplied us with the drugs (because he had no money, he paid in kind) I came out from home furious and went to my brother's apartment... in the morning I went to our apartment to tell my friend that I forgive him because I can't live without him.
I found the love of my life lying on the floor in the unconscious with a needle in my hand. I called an ambulance, but when they came it was too late.
The other day after his funeral, I found a note at home, which he wrote to me:  "I'm so sorry I cheated on you, I will never forgive myself for losing you. I love you. This note is the only thing I have left of him. Then my brother sent me to a commune in Italy (I speak Italyanski). I can safely say that I have been clean for 1 year. Six months ago my parents talked to me. I have a job, I get a decent paycheck... but I'm not happy... my friend is so missed. I'm dreaming about him all day.
I don't even know why I shared all this, but there's just no one to say I miss him. My parents don't allow mentioning his name. My brother also believes that by not talking about him I will forget him more easily, but not so. It's been 1 year and 7 months, and every day I think about it.
I can't and I don't even want to forget it.

Last Updated
May 15, 2020
Author:
trophy_milf

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