what a shitty night
Sigh...
I'm in yet another of those horrible "woe is me nobody loves me" moods and I hate it.
But I've also been told that it's "very unattractive" to whine about it...
So I'll spare you the details-
I'll just say that I jumped through many hoops, turned down invitations, and pissed off friends and family to get this weekend off to help my 'friend' with his charity event out of town. Not to mention it was his birthday and I was hoping to spend it with him.
And then he left without me, and wouldn't answer his phone for the rest of the day.
So I had this long-anticipated entire weekend off...
alone...
in Buffalo...
The glorious grand finale was when my friends had to escort me out of mother's at 1am in a full-blown crying jag. Blotch-faced, snot-nosed, blubbering tears. In the middle of Mother's.
LOVELY.
And the thing is, i'm not even sure what triggered it. Well I have a clue.
I fucking hate boys.
But I love them.
Or at least one of them.
And he couldn't care less.
And it hurts.
:(
I'm in yet another of those horrible "woe is me nobody loves me" moods and I hate it.
But I've also been told that it's "very unattractive" to whine about it...
So I'll spare you the details-
I'll just say that I jumped through many hoops, turned down invitations, and pissed off friends and family to get this weekend off to help my 'friend' with his charity event out of town. Not to mention it was his birthday and I was hoping to spend it with him.
And then he left without me, and wouldn't answer his phone for the rest of the day.
So I had this long-anticipated entire weekend off...
alone...
in Buffalo...
The glorious grand finale was when my friends had to escort me out of mother's at 1am in a full-blown crying jag. Blotch-faced, snot-nosed, blubbering tears. In the middle of Mother's.
LOVELY.
And the thing is, i'm not even sure what triggered it. Well I have a clue.
I fucking hate boys.
But I love them.
Or at least one of them.
And he couldn't care less.
And it hurts.
:(