Nothing changes.

The last two days have been exactly what I expected. More lies, more disappointments and more drugs. My boyfriend demanded his unemployment card back as soon as he woke up yesterday morning and it ended in a very loud and damaging altercation. This time a night table and a dresser drawer were smashed, along with my purse being emptied out and it's contents flung all over the room. My roommate, still asleep in her room with the door closed, woke up and was debating whether or not to call the cops.

He took $200 out. He told me that while he was sorry for being so violently insane, I should have known better than to withhold his money (the money that he agreed to have me hold because he would blow it all in second). He also said that only a small portion was going towards drugs, and the majority of it was going towards having his tooth fixed today. He reasoned that once he had it fixed it would no longer be causing him such excruciating pain, therefore he would no longer have to snort dope to alleviate it. He seems to forget how addiction works.

After crying my eyes out over the drama in the morning, the rest of my day was basically shot. I had a terrible migraine and didn't even want to get out of bed. Eventually I did get up, we had someone coming over to look at the apartment (trying to find a roommate for the unoccupied third bedroom). After that was over (and he took the place, score!) my bf, roommate and I decided to play Scattergories. As he typically does when he is high, my bf was acting like a complete ass. Wearing his hair in pigtails with a dog chain around his neck dancing, singing and being generally obnoxious and annoying. I can't fucking take it when he's like this. I hate him SO much. He literally makes me nauseous. And of course he kept me up until 3am like the true inconsiderate fuck he is.

Another thing that happened was that I texted Fats and told him to stop fucking asking my bf to get him drugs and leave us the hell alone. My bf said that when he saw Fats yesterday Fats admitted that he had begun shooting up. This is far beyond something I can tolerate. That's the last thing my bf needs to be sucked into, it's bad enough as it is. Fats responded with "Why do you have to direct your anger at me? I'm only someone who is going along for the ride. I'm not driving the car." I explained to him that while I certainly don't hold him responsible for my bf's drug use, he's making a shitty situation much much worse. I told him how his incessant texts msgs begging my man to get him dope and that he will pay for it do not help someone who is "attempting" to quit. I also told him how I don't appreciate how he pretended to be my friend in the past and how he promised to not use with him anymore after I cried to him and explained how terrible things were. He said he understood and would leave my bf alone. We'll see if he follows through with that.

So now it's Monday, the day my bf said he would see the dentist. He has $46 dollars left over from the $200 he took out yesterday. He's such an irresponsible asshole. He deserves to have his teeth rot out of his fucking head.