[PRIVATE] The only boy I understand, the one ashamed to be a man.
I'm officially the dateless wonder to my own party.
I have half a mind to call the whole thing off, honestly, this is such bullshit.
I wish I never said yes to anybody, or started this whole stupid mess.
Suppose that's what I get, after lying and turning down Cartman, and then saying yes to Kenny, and then dates became a big deal and-- fuck, I hate this.
I should have stayed stag like we all planned.
I only have until Saturday to decide what I'm going to do. Daddy is probably going to never throw me another party if I call this off, the Airport Hilton wouldn't give back his down payment, and plus neither will the caterer, or the DJ.. not on like, six days notice, or less. I'll be lucky if I don't get grounded for fucking this up.
He'd just tell me to grow up, girls my age don't need to think about dates, and y'know, honestly? It's not about dates. I don't want a date because I want a boyfriend, I need a date because I need to fit in. Even Wendy has one now, because I fucking encouraged her to say yes..
Jesus fuck, Lizzy McKormick has a fucking date.
Someone said I should ask Kyle, but I-- I don't know, I know he wanted to go with Stan, and he'll probably be just as bummed out as I am, I don't want to make him more miserable, or drag him down. I hate this right now.
And on top of that, I'm getting an awful fucking headache. Could this night get any better? Oh wait, I started my period today, too.
Fuck this, I'm going to bed.
I have half a mind to call the whole thing off, honestly, this is such bullshit.
I wish I never said yes to anybody, or started this whole stupid mess.
Suppose that's what I get, after lying and turning down Cartman, and then saying yes to Kenny, and then dates became a big deal and-- fuck, I hate this.
I should have stayed stag like we all planned.
I only have until Saturday to decide what I'm going to do. Daddy is probably going to never throw me another party if I call this off, the Airport Hilton wouldn't give back his down payment, and plus neither will the caterer, or the DJ.. not on like, six days notice, or less. I'll be lucky if I don't get grounded for fucking this up.
He'd just tell me to grow up, girls my age don't need to think about dates, and y'know, honestly? It's not about dates. I don't want a date because I want a boyfriend, I need a date because I need to fit in. Even Wendy has one now, because I fucking encouraged her to say yes..
Jesus fuck, Lizzy McKormick has a fucking date.
Someone said I should ask Kyle, but I-- I don't know, I know he wanted to go with Stan, and he'll probably be just as bummed out as I am, I don't want to make him more miserable, or drag him down. I hate this right now.
And on top of that, I'm getting an awful fucking headache. Could this night get any better? Oh wait, I started my period today, too.
Fuck this, I'm going to bed.