I've been trying to sit down to blog for a while now, there's plenty been going on and even when the oppertunity has presented itself i've not really been in the mood to do so.
Right now i'm sat in the library, probably not the best place to sit typing at full speed for any length of time, i'm sure people will be getting slightly annoyed, as would i. Oh well, with my headphones in, listening to a selection of Creed, R.E.M, Queen and Dragonforce i can barely hear the typing, so it's not unreasonable to expect they do the same albeit with bands showing less musical taste than the ones i have selected.
My life has been crazy since the New Year, with this new year has came several new me's and hopefully i've settled on one now.
Me and simmons were going through some really hard times, the lazy shit did nothing, i'd work all day, he'd not bother to spend 5 minutes cleaning, i'd come back and make dinner, i'd use my off days to clean the place after he allowed it to become a pig stye. He'd never bother going into Uni, he'd never go out, he was simply a hermit. I guess the 'honeymoon' period of living together had worn off and we both took each other for granted.
Well, a few things happened and events culminated the first time in me being locked out from my flat, with work the next day i needed things from the flat and told simmons through the letter box if he didn't let me in, i'd smash the window... no reply and so that's exactly what i did. I first launched a wheelie bin at the window, which didn't have the effect i was hoping it would and so then i stupidly put my elbow through it, slashing my arm which later needed 5 stitches and securing me a 3 night holiday to the local police hotel.
On getting out from the cells, my first stop was to go see simmons, he was extremely cold and nasty toward me, which i half understood.. anyway, i went to stay with a friend as opposed to with simmons, stuff happened there but 2 weeks later, after several phone calls of simmons crying, several times him asking to speak, after him telling me he'd self harmed, and after seeing on his pc that he'd looked up 'painless ways to commit suicide' i decided to give it another go with simmons.
Big mistake...
As if i didn't know that it was at the time... i certainly knew it just a few days later.
So we went on holiday with my father and his partner, and her daughter and her fiance... the latter two being lying, lower class assholes who are about as intelligent as i would be, if completely drunk and half passed out with a heroine needle in my arm. Simmons and I were getting along ok to begin with, but there was a little animosity there between us both, he was quite happy to make very bitchy remarks and comments toward me and mostly i was happy enough to retort. Problem is, my retorts were much more obvious than his initial comments and people turned on me.
Anyway, long story short, i went to bed one night early because of the way i felt i was being treated, simmons joined a while after, he woke me up accidently and i told him to leave the room, which he did. Later that night i woke up again and went to go speak to him, see if we could sort stuff out... anyway, i pulled on his shirt to wake him and suddenly this became me dragging him around by his neck according to the two lower class liars i already mentioned and anyway, this led to me spending my birthday in a cell.
Since that time i've gotten myself a flat, been drunk more times than i care to remember and am now settling back into the swing of things.
I feel slightly annoyed me and simmons couldn't put our bitchy comments aside that weekend, but in all honesty, far too much had already happened for us to continue being together anyway and certainly now, i wouldn't think about being with him for a second.
Anyway, just a quick update :)
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