Drunken Angel, Sober Bitch.
8:43 p.m. on 2005-11-23
Mike just stumbled in, drunk and shivering. He stayed at a friends house last night, and called me today piss-drunk asking me random questions about shops. I told him not to come home until he sobered up because I didn't want him hurting himself. He didn't listen -_- Apparently he caught a bus home then walked two miles in the freezing cold wearing a thin t-shirt - no jacket or anything. It's really awkward, we don't know what to say to each other.
I just pulled him close and wrapped him in my arms to try and stop his shivering and we both started crying. Gah. Stupid adorable perfect angel thinggg.. Hannah - Worst friend ever right now.
She has no time for me anymore, never online.
I needed her support when Mike came in and all she could do was argue with me. Fucking bitch.
All that matters to her now is Ashley. Simple.
Read her diary - it's so obvious.
She only ever bitches about me now, so I see no point in trying.
It's all her fault we're not friends, so her guilt probably makes her defensive and argue with me.
Not that that's an excuse.
What the hell kind of excuse is having too much coursework? Has time to go to parties and get smashed. Of course, that's always been prominant in her life. I have a load of work to do, my friends are still the most important thing to me. I would have written that somewhere else but I don't really care anymore =|
Lost ||In The|| Chaos
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