The Hangover

Oh, so there was another incident with my boyfriend and now I am at my mum and dad's in Nanaimo and I wish I had just never told them anything and I could just stay home with my shitty boyfriend and figure things out from there.
So the door had been kicked in and a "physical altercation" ensued but I am an idiot and want to forgive him despite the injuries. It's not like I am so innocent in this ordeal- the drugs have really gotten out of hand, frankly. And there were the police and later there were my friends who wanted to help this quasi-skinhead I used to date that wanted to "lay the boots" into my boyfriend after he'd heard. And I'm all "No...no..." bc I am a stupid stereo-type victim and want to protect my boyfriend.
Dad is late coming to get me to take me to my crug meeting. I mean, drug meeting. You'd think he didn't want to stuff me into rehab at all! I certainly do not want to go. I mean, I would if it were glamorous and NOT full of crackheads, I guess. Like, will there be a hot tub and a gym? Will there just be a bunch of drones all sitting in a beige common room with couches that have rectangular wooden armrests instead of plush, cushy ones, all having to watch the same channel on the only tv in the compound? You know the couches I mean. The fabric will be worn out and woven in a plaid pattern- probably cream based with a brown and yellow switch. I will hate everyone because secretly I will believe I am superior to everyone there. I will have to watch my things! They will all be wanting my things bc all they have will be the clothes on their backs.
Sorry this isn't a very cheery update, but you know how it is when your entire life has been turned upside down in a matter of a day. Everything I knew to be true yesterday is gone and the hangover that will be the next few months begins.
Here, I will cheer things up with a picture.