So, Saturday night, and I'm doing nothing. Except listening to Leona Lewis and feeling annoyed.
I'm supposed to be at this party tonight. But because I was out having dinner so my friend couldn't pick me up. The dinner tasted like shit. But only because my mind was somewhere else. It was too spicy anyway. It was a fucking buffet. It costed bloody twenty dollars. A stupid moth flew into the soup too. Fucking dinner.
And fucking J. He can never answer a question properly. I hate his passive aggression. It was the reason tonight was all messed up.
Now they want me to taxi into town. Guilt tripping me. I know they want me to go. But no, I'm stuck at home pissed off. And they're angry cause I didn't go. It's not supposed to be like this.
It doesn't make sense.