A Bartard Story

A little info about myself: I love benzos and I fucking love alcohol. (This happened on Monday)

So, my story begins. I woke up Monday morning, and was doing normal morning things when my 'dealer' (more of a friend tbh) said he got some hulks, which are xanax 2mg, as far as I could tell, they felt like 1mg to be fairly honest. Fuck it, he had a hundred and I bought 25. That's mistake number one.

I realized that today was my 2 year anniversary with my girlfriend, I was gonna take her out, maybe buy her something at Sephora, something nice. I ended up taking 3 bars, and a few shots, because it was still early and I had time before I actually had to do anything. I have no recollection of anything after that.

Apparently, I went to my girlfriend's house, wearing clothes with one shoe on. She told me that I asked her mom if it was okay if I fucked her in their house, because it was our anniversary, and I tried bribing her into letting me. I didn't. I get home, and my mom tells me that I was taking all of the vases in the house, and stuffing them under the bed, and I flushed my grandma's ashes down the toilet. So, I'm pretty much fucked now. I don't even know where all of my bars are, I probably ate them all. I don't know what the hell I'm gonna do about my girlfriend, her parents really liked me. If there's anything else I didn't tell you, I don't remember lol