12. all the wrong decisions
I called Harry immediately to see if he wanted to go out , he did
We were in the club and me and Harry got into a huge fight! It consisted if name calling , him calling me a fat slutty whore bag who is in love with someone who will never EVER love them that way because they were a piece of worthless unloved junk !
I called him a bastard after , so it wasn't really my fault!
He stormed out and went home and I got really depressed so I just ordered more shots and vodka to try and liven my mood
A guy came up to me !
"Hey , you seem down , try this " he spoke and handed me a small pink pill
"What is it ?" I questioned
"A happy pill . It will make you feel a whole lot better ! " he eagerly stated
" what the hell , I don't care anymore , sure gimme that :)!" I pleaded
"Ok this one is fro free but you can have this bag for €2000' he produced a bag that consisted of probably eighty to one hundred pills ! Why are they so cheap ?
"Ok one sec" Harry had always rod me to keep emergency money in my car so I got it and collected the rest and paid him
"No problem, enjoy" he whispered and left