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03 June 2008 @ 10:29 am
 Betrayed?  No i don't think so.

See, I have this friend, she's very complicated.

Here's the skinny.

Yesterday she dumped her boyfriend because she wasn't happy.  Problem is, is that the reason she did it, is because she's been talking to this guy and likes him.  From what I understand he basically told her to do it and she did.

Now, we're best friends, at least I like to think so.  I love the girl, I'd do anything for her, and basically do.
She likes me, as she's told me.

But she also really likes this guy.

So, last night we were supposed to go to the gym together but after her day, she just wanted to go out.  Now, she told me this kid (I know him) wanted to hang out.  Which I was fine with, but I told her that I wanted to spend some time with her.

So I pick her up, we hit up a liquor store.  head back to her house so she can get changed.  Then as we're leaving, I asked her if she wanted to just head to his place since it was already late.  She said she didn't care.  So whatever.

Ended up coming back to my house for a minute cause I wanted to change out of work clothes.

So, we finally end up at that guys place.  Drank alot.  Throughout the night I noticed that they kept getting cozy together, which really I didn't care that much.  Because I told her I want her to be happy.. even though I want her.

Well..  5 in the fucking morning rolls around.  I'm tired.  I kinda want to go but I just don't want to say it cause it looked like she was still having fun.  But eventually she came outside cause I went outside and asked what was wrong..  I said I wanted to go.  

So she's like, just go.. i'll be fine here.  I told her I didn't want to leave her there but she said it was ok. 

That right there pissed me off.  Is that she didn't want to go.    Granted it's her choice.  But fuck..  She told me earlier that she maybe (yes maybe) wanted to sleep over.

Granted at that point I was fucking irritated so I just wanted to bring her home.

So that's my drama.  The fucking fact that it's 20 of eleven and I don't know if I'm hung over or still fucking drunk.  And I'm fucking pissed at my best friend.

What REALLY pisses me off, is the fact that when I left, I sped the fuck outta there, you could tell I was pissed.

She hasn't texted OR called me to see if I'm alright.  But I don't want to text her cause I know it'll be mean.


She said she didn't want to leave with me because I was drunk.  But at the same time..  why wouldn't you try to stop me from driving.. when you KNOW I've had issues before.
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