Haha seeing someone reblog that weird picture is kind of funny
Any who you know what’s awesome?
Genuinely enjoying life
Usually in the past my blogs were so down and I was down and in an awful place but now after being off of lexapro for about 4 months and sticking to holistic and paying attention to my family and such I feel so much better.
I’m still alone. Literally all alone. But I can handle it on my own and because of that I feel good. I haven’t self harmed or had a hard time with mia like I did in the past. Even though it was hard to get to this point where I can shut my mind off and enjoy the moment without any prescription or negativity it was worth it. To think it’s only the beginning. I’m a recovering drama queen with too much time on her hands.
Now if only I could put down the cheese burgers and pick up more carrots.
Oh hi I’m Estrella (well that’s my middle name at least lol) welcome to my blog for anyone new and old since I haven’t really posted anything personal here.
When I was 16, I had a fake I.D. and decided to go to a gay bar by myself because some friends bailed on me. While there, an older gentleman bought me a drink. He wasn’t a creeper, and he definitely wasn’t unattractive. I accepted the drink and began talking to him. No big deal. As the hour progressed, I felt myself feeling strange. I mentioned that I felt like I had a headache, and this guy helped guide me out of the bar. As we were walking down the street, the thought of, ‘Oh god, he’s drugged me, I’m going to die’ came to my head. I tried to get away, but I was so drugged up that I could barely walk, let alone speak. It also didn’t help that I had really large ‘goth’ platform shoes because I was going through a phase. Anyway, this guy brought me to his suv and began undressing me. As a final act of defiance, I hit him over the head with my platform shoe. He then punched me, and I remember thinking, ‘Why don’t they ever give workshops to gay guys about being victims of rape too?’ While I was as careful as possible, I never saw the guy slip something in the drink. I even watched the bar tender make the drink. Anyway, I lied there completely paralyzed while this pervert was lubing up. I locked eyes with his for a moment, and that’s when it happened. A very large and angry drag queen opened the door of the vehicle and beat the shit out of my attempted rapist. She and her other drag friends helped dress and care for me while the police arrived. I was saved by a group of guardian drag queens. They were basically the modern day ‘angels from heaven.’