Egekrusher |
01-25-2004 05:41 AM |
Mine is a long story, I'll try and be somewhat brief.
I was in love with my friends girlfriend. I had known her much longer than he had, and we were pretty good friends too.
They had been dating each other for about 2 years, and neither of them were in any hurry to break up.
Also to understand what happens, you need to know that I have VERY few friends, along the lines of four. Also, I was EXTREMELY depressed, and on the verge of a nervous breakdown/suicidal episode BESIDES all of this.
I profess my love for her to her, and let her know that, though I feel like I feel and can't help it, I would never want to come between her and her boyfriend (really, though, I would have in a heartbeat).
She waited a day to think about it, and then she told him. She also told ME that she was going to let me know when she was going to tell him about it.
Later that day, one of my other friends stopped by and told me that Joe (her boyfriend) didn't want to talk to me ever again, and that I couldn't see Jenny (his girlfriend) ever again.
I called over to Joe's house and we got in an argument (duh). He lives about 3 miles away from me, so I got in my car and drove over there doing about 90 MPH. When I got there, I slammed on my breaks (and slid for about 10 feet), and then jumped out of the car. He came running outside because he thought I was going to fight him. That was not my intention at all. I simply wanted him to beat the shit out of me. I was going to stand there and let him beat the shit out of me. He didn't. By this time, I was bawling my eyes out and I could barely feel my body (I became almost completely numb, merely a tingling sensation was what I could feel). He refused to kick my ass... so I said fine, if you're not gonna do it, I'll do it myself. At that point, I lowered my head, as a bull lowers its head to run at a red flag, and ran as fast and as hard as I could headfirst into a giant oak tree. I had so much adrenaline running through my body at the time that I barely even felt it.
I laid out in the road for a couple of minutes ( I think, that is, because when you're in a state of mind like that, you have no concept of time), and then drove back to my moms house, who I was living with at the time. I don't remember driving, but I must have. I told my mom to take me to the hopsital.
I ended up staying in there for about a week in the mental facilities. Also, when I did the bull trick, I gave myself a concussion, had to actually pull large strips of bark out of my scalp, and had to have 4 stitches.
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