trying not to trip...
I woke up this morning with the realization that I hadn't eaten since breakfast of yesterday and that I was hungover. The evening was better I suppose, still with thoughts on how bad I felt, self pity, blah blah blah.
As soon as I got home (I was over at a friends house) I started making myself greasy foods and accompanying every dish I made with a side of ice cream (how sad is that!?)
Turns out that Phils friends yelled at him more than I did when they found out. As sick as this sounds, it made me feel better to know that even his best friend thought he was an asshole right now. Though I do feel a certain sense of sympathy for him (not for what he's done), because who in life hasn't made a stupid mistake? I wont ever forgive him, but we can still be friends and I'll stop guilt tripping him in a few weeks. We have mutual friends, and they're siding with me, so it'd be stupid for me not to hang out with them, thus hanging out with Phil (they're some of the only friends he has, he can be pretty anti-social. That makes me feel worse for him even moreso, but still not without that sick satisfaction).
I just wish none of this shit had ever happened.
I hate awkward-ness.
As soon as I got home (I was over at a friends house) I started making myself greasy foods and accompanying every dish I made with a side of ice cream (how sad is that!?)
Turns out that Phils friends yelled at him more than I did when they found out. As sick as this sounds, it made me feel better to know that even his best friend thought he was an asshole right now. Though I do feel a certain sense of sympathy for him (not for what he's done), because who in life hasn't made a stupid mistake? I wont ever forgive him, but we can still be friends and I'll stop guilt tripping him in a few weeks. We have mutual friends, and they're siding with me, so it'd be stupid for me not to hang out with them, thus hanging out with Phil (they're some of the only friends he has, he can be pretty anti-social. That makes me feel worse for him even moreso, but still not without that sick satisfaction).
I just wish none of this shit had ever happened.
I hate awkward-ness.