Fuck.
Alright, I know I never write in this thing, but right now I need somewhere to vent without someone finding it and pissing me off about it.
I just moved out from my apartment, and honestly, eventhing was fucking great. Up until 4 days ago. I was out with some friends, and everything was fine, then all of a sudden, my best friend starts yelling at me. I know I ruined her night, but I was just looking for her phone because i wanted to make sure I hadn't taken it and dropped it somewhere outside, because it was raining bullets out there. So I went inside to make sure it was okay, and not 10 minutes later she came out and freaked. I walked like a mile home, in the pouring rain, feeling like shit.
20 minutes later, she called me, and asked me to meet her somewhere. I didn't want to because i felt horrible, but like the little fucking bitch dog I am, I went.
I let everything I had been holding in forever out, and everything was fine again. Or so I thought. Last night we went out, had fun, nothing huge.
I just moved out from my apartment, and honestly, eventhing was fucking great. Up until 4 days ago. I was out with some friends, and everything was fine, then all of a sudden, my best friend starts yelling at me. I know I ruined her night, but I was just looking for her phone because i wanted to make sure I hadn't taken it and dropped it somewhere outside, because it was raining bullets out there. So I went inside to make sure it was okay, and not 10 minutes later she came out and freaked. I walked like a mile home, in the pouring rain, feeling like shit.
20 minutes later, she called me, and asked me to meet her somewhere. I didn't want to because i felt horrible, but like the little fucking bitch dog I am, I went.
I let everything I had been holding in forever out, and everything was fine again. Or so I thought. Last night we went out, had fun, nothing huge.