Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. I think K kind of hates me. At least according to a close mutual friend. It all has to do with emails that have been exchanged between her and C, all of which I've seen or , in C's case, helped write. It's to the point where K apparently isn't coming to my birthday party because she is so mad at me. A close friend who I've known for ...eight years. I know she's not coming, and according to that same other friend, that is the reason she's not coming. I found this out about two hours after I sent K an email inviting her to youth group on Saturday night because I wanted to see her before she left for break. ...I feel so fucking stupid. There are no words left. None...at all.
This has gone so far past being about a fucking tent. So, so far.