Fuck. I just woke up, face down on the floor, twisted between my couch and coffee table. my house is trashed. some chick i've never met is in my kitchen making oats. someone appears to have cut me with a knife. i have missed calls from my lawyer, brother and mum. i keep trying to get up but my right knee wont support me and im scared to pull up my jeans because it feels wet and bloody down there. i have no meds, or cigarettes. and if i dont get to Moonee Ponds in the next 58 minutes, I'm going to be in trouble. i have no recollection of the last 48 hours but i am sans-wallet/glasses/phone/smokes/car keys. and i have been sitting here for nearly an hour trying to think of what to do.
lol, fuck
edit:
i just went outside and my car is gone. although, i have removed a barb of sharp razor like wire from my thigh. hurt like a motherfucking cunt. feels good to type about it.