Fuck you, Dude!
I am so fucking aggravated right now I cannot find words to explain it. The day was great. I hung out with Scotty all day, we smoked a joint, cooked dinner, went to Mel's, then he decides to go to Mirabar and get drunk. Sure, he was okay to drive, but he left the club with his drink... in a glass... and put it in his center console. Then, he wandered around Providence looking for "Harry", while his friend Jess and I wanted someone else to drive. He got out of the car, I got in the driver's seat and threw his drink across the parking lot (I'm underage and I'm not about to get fucked because of a drink... in a glass... in the center console.) Well, he was ripshit. He said such terrible things to me about how I don't know what I'm talking about, how I'm a selfish, close-minded kid and how he wasn't drunk and it was the fact that I threw away his drink. It wasn't about him being drunk! It was about him having an open drink in his car, and it was about the way he acted afterwards, almost killing us like three times. I'm so fucking mad, and the whole ride home we were arguing on the phone, then I turned my phone off, and he left me four voicemails (all of which I saved so he can hear, when he's sober, what he said to me). I don't fucking care. I'm so fucking mad right now. He apologizes and expects me to apologize, too. No fucking way, Dude. Do those irresponsible drunk things when I'm not in the car, how's that? Everything just sucks right now. This was completely out of left field because Scotty is not like that. I've never seen him this way, acting this way, saying the shit he said. I've got so much work to do for school that I haven't done. I have an interview at Abercrombie tomorrow for a job I'm most likely not going to get. I am so broke and Christmas is approaching... What the fuck? Can I not catch a break? It's the Christmas season, God, where the fuck's my angel?
Fuck it. Fuck you. Fuck this.
Fuck it. Fuck you. Fuck this.