I’ve always hated it. It’s a week whereby you imagine planning something really good to take your mind off things, providing you haven’t got work to do or you’ve done all your work. However, it always disappoints. This week however has rivaled every week of my existence, its been that bad. On Monday I went swimming, and then someone brought up the worst night of my life and I felt shit for the rest of the day. I can’t really say what happened on Tuesday, but the people who know me know anyway and they know it almost destroyed my relationship. Wednesday, I didn’t talk to anyone because of Tuesday even though my mum tried to cheer me up, bless her. Yesterday was okay I suppose, but unfortunately Sophie lied to her parents about seeing me so she’s got punished heavily for it. Today I got told the punishment which didn’t exactly make me feel any better, and to cap this week off I offend/hurt someone else. No one has wanted to know me this week, I need next Friday to come and I can taste something perfect for the first time in ages.
I argued with my best friend of 10 years today for only the second time in 10 years. Well, I say argue, I came across unintentionally badly to his girlfriend and he got angry and said something over the phone. This, on top of several other things, has made today unbearable. The other things matter more and are worse but are confidential. However, the bitching I’ve been involved with on this recently has stopped now, I see no point in carrying on what basically was nothing and I’ve made up with the person involved. Thank god it’s the weekend, today’s been fucking terrible.
After three or four weeks of living on a massive high, everything has come crashing down in two hours. Urgh.
Come off anon and if you have my number text me.
Seriously, just fuck off.