So the bath salts didn't kill me and the guy who drugged me refuses to apologize for drugging me. My friend who left me alone at home was sorry he fucked up by not making sure I was taken care of before he left, but at least he didn't leave me with the asshole who drugged us. I'm incredibly angry about what happened and the fact that the guy seems to think it was totally ok to give people hard drugs without warning.

I feel really lucky that my best friend is as amazing as she is and came to rescue me when I really needed it. I don't know what I'd do without her. At least there's one person around who really gives a damn and takes care of me when I need it. It's strange to have someone to rely on after a lifetime of not having it.

New Boy is gone back home with his wife and kid. Monday was his last day at work. We had a really tense and wrenching (for me at least) goodbye at the end of the night. He hugged me too long and too tight for it to be normal and he told me that I'm gonna be ok and wished me luck. I was really choked up and said I wished he wasn't leaving but I made sure not to cry in front of him. It's taken a couple days for it to sink in that I will never see him or speak to him again. I didn't give him any way to contact me, I knew it was best that way. My heart hurts.

In the midst of all the trauma of the last few days, my best friend's roommate turned out to be a really good guy. I see him all the time at the house, but we are just really acquaintances. The morning after I got drugged, he hung around while my friend ran errands and made coffee and chatted with me and let me just kind of vent about how upset and scared I was. He didn't leave to do his own errands until he decided I was safe enough to be left alone for a little while. I've never had a male take care of me in my entire life. I wish there were more guys like him in this world.