Playing for Keeps

I hate Valentine's Day and everyone who doesn't try to understand the way I feel right now and just tells me to get "over my bitchy mood". I'm sorry you got 4 bouquets of roses from 4 different guys and you don't give a flying fuck about any of them and you walk all over them like it's your job. And don't fucking make fun of me for checking the mail to see if I got HIS letter, or HIS flowers that still haven't come. I'm getting shit on by half of my friends because I don't drink and I'm sick and tired of having to take care of them because they don't know when to stop. And worrying about them when they drive drunk. And getting woken up at all hours of the night because of it. And them thinking it's funny the next day when I tell them how other people woke me up at 3 AM because someone else found her on the bathroom floor shaking and they didn't know what to do or if she was okay. And having to change her out of her clothes because she threw up all over them. Then putting her to bed. And sleeping in her room all night to make sure she's okay. And never hearing a thank you. So I keep shit to myself and I shut my damn mouth. And why do I have to put up with this every weekend? Why do I let myself put up with is every weekend? I'd like to think it's because I'm not a shitty friend.

Fuck I miss Josh.

My best friend right now is homework and rowing. And Sam. And this shitass sinus infection.

I just swore a lot. And I am in the worst mood right now.

I'm going to practice.

posted by Playing For Keeps @ 2:30 PM