"Suche gut gebauten 18-30 jährigen zum schlachten...“ - Der Metzgermeister

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Ash wasn't able to make it this Saturday - her and her family were off somewhere as a day-late birthday outing.
Damn them. I wish my family cared about me the way Ash's cared for her.
Regardless.

Shelly still came along - which I'm glad of.
I don't like spending Saturdays alone if I can help it.
One thing that's for sure about Saturdays is that I won't do any college or schoolwork.
I won't do homework, I won't do coursework and I won't do revision.
Saturdays are my days for chill.

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Before Shelly came, I tidied up my room, brushed my hair, cut my nails and ran myself a bath.
(I really can't wait till the shower works again. This bathing malarkey is doing my nut.)

Shelly stood in the bathroom with me and talked to me while I washed my hair.
Then I asked if she'd scrub my back.
She washed all of me - even getting off all the song lyrics I'd written up my arms in yesterday's English lesson.
When I get bored, I write lyrics on my hands and up my arms. The ink on my hands tends to come off with sweating and washing my hands after using the toilet though.

After my bath, we laid on my bed for a while, cuddling and kissing.
I warned her that I have a chest infection, but she carried on kissing me.
I can see her getting my sore throat and cough now. I did warn her though.

It feels like quite a while since we've had this much time alone.
Of course, we took advantage of that.

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Time passes so fast when you're having lesbian fun.

Either way - I started to feel really ill at around 5.
We went downstairs for something to eat - and I don't remember what happened.

There's a big piece of my time recollection missing.
Shelly said she found me laid on the floor in the living room and I wasn't breathing. She thinks I passed out.
I know I went downstairs before her - but all I can remember is her picking me up and propping me against the wall while she went to get my inhalers from upstairs.

I'd taken too much of my Salbutamol - I got the shaky hands.
Overdosing on inhalers wrecks the stability in your fingers. No matter how hard you try, you can't keep them still.

I was making microwave pasta for myself - Shelly didn't trust me to pour the boiling water, with my dizzy disorientation and my shaky asthma overdose hands.
She was worried about me. She was doing a lot for me, making sure I didn't hurt myself.

A lot of the time I didn't understand what she was saying, so I think she repeated herself a lot.

I felt that she cared a lot though.
That made me feel special and loved.

I don't like to think that I scared her though.
Whatever I did, I didn't mean to do it...