worst weekend ever
The weekend from hell began friday morning. That was when my friendship with a pretty good friend ended, over meaningless shit. But I began to think that the friendship was, in fact, meaningless to begin with since she is so unwilling to listen to what I have to say. She doesn't respect my feelings are beliefs so that doesn't make a good friend anyway. I still think real friends fight. They fight and cry and whatever but make it through it better than before. In a real relationship you have to be willing to hurt the others' feelings becuase shit happens.
Enough of that...
Saturday i got my haircut by this bitch who refused to do what I told her. It is such a long story filled with me having a bad attitude and rolling my eyes. At one point I told her I just wanted to leave and just pay for the shampoo. But my mom conviced me to just let her straighten and trim my hair. Bad decision. The "trim" became a full blown cut. And my hair looks like shit. Like a 90's bob and I hate it... so much. So then, on the way back to my dorm, I cried. I cried for my hair, for my friend, for my awful job, and my shitty econ class.
Sadly, I still haven't recovered from this weekend. A cloud of depression lingers of my body and I am so tired.
Enough of that...
Saturday i got my haircut by this bitch who refused to do what I told her. It is such a long story filled with me having a bad attitude and rolling my eyes. At one point I told her I just wanted to leave and just pay for the shampoo. But my mom conviced me to just let her straighten and trim my hair. Bad decision. The "trim" became a full blown cut. And my hair looks like shit. Like a 90's bob and I hate it... so much. So then, on the way back to my dorm, I cried. I cried for my hair, for my friend, for my awful job, and my shitty econ class.
Sadly, I still haven't recovered from this weekend. A cloud of depression lingers of my body and I am so tired.