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[07 Mar 2003|05:10pm] |
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ok so theres a party at mikes tonite.. im going and im not sure of wut im gonna wear. i ws gonna wear a skirt but me being an idiot tripped over a dresser and some other various household items and now im bruised lol. skirts wont work out.
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| the party of hell |
[07 Mar 2003|11:19pm] |
lets just say that just because im not a whore who dances around naked doesnt mean that im not a nice person to talk to.
while we're on that, im not trying to sound concieted or anything, but im used to being the one everyone talks to, not the one that gets pushed aside to watch the fat girl with the too tight shirt dance half naked. just so you no.
i realized that i dont fit in with most of my old friends anymore. and its scary because now i have no one.
i didnt even say bye to mike at the end. i was in the worst mood and it was all cause of him. the last thing he said to me was after i got my coat and he asked if i was leaving and when i said no he goes, im surprised your not making a mad rush to the door cause your just sick of me already. i dont even think i responded, i just left. i was too mad at him to talk. i told him, wut, 2 weeks ago that i liked him and he reacts by making out with 20 million girls infront of me, dancing with another 20 million in front of me, and barely talking to me.. why the fuck was i invited if im just gonna be ignored?
yea well anyways, im giving up on mike. completly.
now please excuse me while i go cry in my closet.
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