(via slutgarden)
went to a ‘birthday party’ with jess which was literally the worst and most awkward thing I’ve ever been to. Drank a bottle of wine.
Walked up to work because I had my appraisal today and didn’t have the forms I was meant to fill in. Somehow convinced my managers I was sober?
Met the boy for a pint, walked back to his and got more booze and food. Sat with his housemates and they put the godfather on. We drank and smoked and I was pretty much falling asleep on him while he got high on some ‘legal high’ stuff which just sounds weird.
It was just lovely.
In the boy’s bed while he’s out with his friends.
This doesn’t feel like fuck buddies anymore… Ha.
definitely not ready for my first day back at uni.
Boy stayed round again last night. Decided that we’re never sleeping in my single bed again now we’ve had a night in his double.
Today I need to go to uni, go to the gym, go to work and finish my assignment. Fun times ahead.
spent last night curled up in bed with a boy watching Mean Girls and wrestling over what side of the bed we get.
It’s ridiculous how much he has improved my mood considering how I felt yesterday.
a guy a hate was there, i drank far too much, i fell over and ripped my leggings and cut open my knee, i decided that when we (the 2 most emotional drunks ever) were fucked up would be the best time to tell her I had slept with the guy she likes.
Then starts the trying to find people, the tears, the awkward moments. The guy goes home. Soph takes me home. I eat chips and cry more. My fuck buddy comes over. I don’t have sex with him, instead I just lie in bed on the verge of tears. I lost about 15 cigarettes.
And this morning isn’t much better. Being called a liar, not speaking to my best friend, still feeling on the verge of tears. Oh, and my knee hurts like a bitch, I have no cigarettes and all my clothes/shoes/make-up/bank card/perfume is up at Jess’s and I can’t get to any of it because she hates me.
Trying to think of a way to make it up to her. Keep telling myself I slept with him before she even told me she might like him, it was a one night thing. Neither of us want anything from it. But she doesn’t see it like that.
Rant Over. I want to cry, still.
