I wish I had a friend that wanted to be me.
I seem to get the friends who use me, stab me in the back, ditche me, and then come back whenever they feel like it.
Argh, I'm such a pushover too, I just forgive them. They know I will too!
In fact, I'm mad at two of my friends right now since I had a "get-to-gether" planned last Friday and at the last minute they came on MSN and was like, "Oh my god, Jen! We're invited to this party downtown at UVic (University of Victoria), and it's so awesome we can't pass it up!"
Hmm. Wow, I'm being ditched for drunken frat guys. I'm suprised I have any self-esteem left.
Argh, now they're trying to talk to me like they did nothing wrong. In fact, they're getting angry at me because I didn't come along with them. Hmm, well, I didn't want some sort of drug slipped into my drink and wake up in a dorm room with nothing but my socks on, thank you very much!
Blah, and they think I should forgive them because they "apologized" Wow, a quick misspelled "sworry" on msn isn't an apology, it's an insault. Well, I guess I'm not good enough for a decent face-to-face apology. Again, why do I have any self-esteem left? Haha.
Well this has had to have been the Crappiest. Week. Ever. I was in the hospital, I sprained my wrist, I was ditched, I was rejected, I messed up my knee, my brother had another breakdown and went running back to his witch of an ex-girlfriend and my other brother got in a car accident today (he's fine, the car isn't haha)!
Oh and my cat thinks my bed is a litter box. Lovely.
Err...sorry for ranting...I just had to let it all out, haha.