I gots stabbed. Ghetto.
Srujana is so fucking melodramatic i swear man. Kills to live. Bloody hell, how does she come up with this shit. I got stabbed 10 times, not 7. AT LEAST IF YOUR GONNE BE MELODRAMATIC DO IT PROPERLY.
Yeah, so anyway. I've spent the last 3 days in hospital chatting up nurses and eating grapes. I'm so sick of grapes. I was getting stir crazy in there.
My plans now are to go travelling somehwere 'cos i can't take all the 'wow you're lucky to be alive' 'this is your second chance' bullshit. Yes, i know all that alot bettert han you people. I'm the one that was bleeding. So I'm going to hopefully go away for a few weeks while i recover.
Maybe, perhaps, you lot that read my diary want to know the story? I'll give the ghetto version for now 'cos you know with a story like this its got to be gangster. but here's the basics:
stabbed 10 times
non-near fatal
all between 7cm and 10 cm deep
missed spine kidneys by mm and heart by cms
5 in back, 1 in each side under arms, 2 in right elbow 1 in left shoulder and 1 in chest
im out now, 3 days later :)
oh, and 25 stitches all together.
i was walking home with my d500 out and listening to my ipod so dumbass me blinded myself wit the d500 light and didnt hear them coming, felt an arm round my throat n sumthin pressin into my neck, didnt know it was really a knife, a voice said empty your pockets or he'll slit your throat, i slipped my d500 back into my pocket, said no, and was spun round facin another guy, 'my man wat u think udoin guy, this aint a joke we'll fuckin kill ya' i headbutted the guy holdin me wit the knife with the back of my head, he let go and i started fightin teh other guy, took a blow to the right eye that left me dazed cos it knocked my contact out, then felt some small pains in my back n sides, but carried on fightin the unarmed guy, i fell onto the floor after a bit n got kicked in the stomach, got back up and the guy shouted 'jus fuckin stay down' headbutted him and started to try rnunnin away. realised i was losin blood, stumbled n nearly fell, the guy was almost on top of me but i kicked him away, he grabbed the shoulders of my ZIP THRU JUMPER (cardigan my ass) and i unzipped it carried on runnin and they turned and musta thought it werent worth it. when i got a distance away i was still like 10 mins away from my house, so i called my uncle and told him id been stabbed in the park he hung up and i thought wait a minute he doesnt know where abouts, i started to feel dizzy n called him back sayin i can see him in the basketball court, he got to me just as i was about to collapse and they carried me back to the house n we waited for an ambulance as i thru up my lovely dinner and bled all over the place.
the end.
Bloody melodramatics. Drama queens, I swear.
Thanks for all the love from everyone though. I appreciate it .