Fuck, I feel like a bitch and the worst friend ever.
I failed so hard today. I don't feel like I've failed more as a friend or as a person in such a long time.
My friend, Shay's boyfriend broke up with her Friday. Today, I decided to go and get her a graduation gift, and I pretty much knew exactly what I was going to get her.
Our Barnes & Noble is having a forty percent off sale because they're closing at the end of June, so these journals Shay's been pining over forever and are usually kind of expensive were cheap today. So I picked one out (with a little help from her), and took it to her. For some dumbass reason, I decided that the word "DESIRE" printed on the spine, and the packaging that read, "Write down you deepest thoughts about love and passion" had nothing to do with the actual contents of the journal.
So we exchange gifts, she opens of the journal, and what is written inside? Quotes about love, every few pages, to "inspire the imagination."
Goddammit.
My friend, Shay's boyfriend broke up with her Friday. Today, I decided to go and get her a graduation gift, and I pretty much knew exactly what I was going to get her.
Our Barnes & Noble is having a forty percent off sale because they're closing at the end of June, so these journals Shay's been pining over forever and are usually kind of expensive were cheap today. So I picked one out (with a little help from her), and took it to her. For some dumbass reason, I decided that the word "DESIRE" printed on the spine, and the packaging that read, "Write down you deepest thoughts about love and passion" had nothing to do with the actual contents of the journal.
So we exchange gifts, she opens of the journal, and what is written inside? Quotes about love, every few pages, to "inspire the imagination."
Goddammit.