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My friends piss me the hell off sometimes. We're masking costumes for a convention, and I've been really trying to help and make things. I've driven them everywhere to get the damn materials and stuff, and I've been doing my part as much as I can considering that I actually work (whereas they don't), and I go to college full time. I have to get certain grades or I have to pay my financial aid back. I work enough so I can pay for gas and to be able to actually buy a nice car, and to go to this damn convention. I'm trying REALLY REALLY HARD. Then, I hit this one fucking spot on the costume that I just can't manage to get done right, and I've ripped the seams out like four time because it just keeps bunching up wrong. Of course, they get all mad at me cause I can't do my own costume while they do theirs. I ask for help on this one damned frustrating part and they can't understand that I really need the help out it's just not going to get done. And I've spent the past half hour curled in the fetal position on the couch cause I just wanna give up and I don't even feel like going to the stupid expensive convention anymore, and they haven't even ask me about it.
So, I'm sad and mad and depressed and I feel like I need better friends but I know this is the best I'm ever going to get, so I have to suck it up and deal them them. And people wonder why I love the internet so much, and why I burry myself in fanfiction. I really need medication for this.
So, I'm sad and mad and depressed and I feel like I need better friends but I know this is the best I'm ever going to get, so I have to suck it up and deal them them. And people wonder why I love the internet so much, and why I burry myself in fanfiction. I really need medication for this.