A sad realization

So last night was my dear friend Mel's 18th Birthday party. I love her, so I was really excited for it and sleeping over afterwards with a whole lot of other lovely people.

I kinda wish I just went home at like 1 though. It's weird, but as soon as the clock strikes twelve, everyone decides to be all emo and bitchy. So much drama was happening and just ruining my mood. I wanted to just giggle and dance and have fun, but everyone I spoke to, I ended up being stuck in a freaking deep and meaningful with. I'm fine with consoling someone who has genuinly been hurt, as was the case with one girl last night, but seriously, people would just blurt out some serious problems of their own that had nothing to do with what was going on. I had a friend tell me that she never intended on being friends with her bestie, and initially was just sorry for her. I'm also friends with her bestfriend, so felt pretty awkward.
Then, one of the girls was sad because she mistook the way in which another girl was speaking to her boyfriend as flirting. I told her that she wasn't, but the girlfriend was pretty drunk/ depressed so she kept being paranoid.

Seriously, dealing with last night made me realise why I drink. I don't particularly LIKE being drunk, and often act like it just to fit in and make people more comfortable (I know, it's stupid), so I think I do it for one reason. To deal with my stupid-ass drunk friends. My dear friend Krystal recently told me that she is over drinking. I must say I agree. Maybe I should turn straightedge? but then how am I to keep sane when surrounded by these intoxicated imbiciles? Drama kings and queens are not something I can handle sober.

xx
H

PS. I do LOVE these people in their sobriety and tipsyness, it's just the comedown that is ridiculous.

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is blocked at school. I guess this means that I am going to have to do all my ranting here. I do realise that I have not updated this poor soul of a blog in over a year, and for that I am sorry. But that raises another question- Who am I sorry for?

Let's face it. I am probably the only one keeping tally. I have a grand total of two followers, both of whom would have given up on this shitty blog about mid-july last year. WELL I WILL NEVER GIVE UP ON IT.
Oh yeah, I bet you missed those capitals.
Anyway, from now on, it will just be me and the text. HOT.

scrubs: finished all eight seasons, refuse to watch a fictional world without JD
RAD: holidays