If
you're anything like me, and I'm pretty sure NO ONE is, you'll
understand were my feelings stem from.
I
was super excited for James's party last night. I got new jeans and
made sure to pick up a birthday cake for him. I couldn't wait to
spend time with my friends and meet some possible new ones. I got
there and everything was ok. My friends were there and I was really
happy to see them. Then... there were James's friends. I can't say
much about them because I don't know them, but from actions and
appearance only the words that best described the girls includes:
Stuck up, slutty, bitchy, stupid, conceited. And the guys: Jocks,
tools, assholes, immature and retarded.
Needless
to say, not my cup of tea.
I
ended up totally alone after maybe an hour. James and his friends
were inside playing some stupid game thing and his other friends were
outside ostracizing me. And my friends were (pretty much) having sex
on the deck.
I
felt lonely, pissed, annoyed, disappointed, depressed and really
stupid. I went inside to get my phone (that was charging) packed my
bag and left. I let James know that I was going and why I was
leaving. I was so upset I ended up breaking down in tears. I hated
his friends. They were the perfect definition of everything I hate in
people. They all looked like and acted like they belonged in
California surfing in orange county. And the guys looked like they
belonged on Jersey shore drinking, fucking girls and smashing beer
cans with their heads.
I
drove home really upset. A part of me felt like I was at Jonathans
party (AGAIN). The only difference is that James cared about how I
felt and was genuinely sorry.
I
felt really mad and disappointed in my friends. I understand you just
started dating, I understand you're all about being together 24/7,
take shits/pisses/ showers together and pretty much fucking every
chance you have. But COME THE FUCK ON!!!!!!!!!!!!!! there is a time
and a place for everything. The time and place is at home ALONE. I
never realized how much I detested PDA until last night. It made me
lose my appetite. Oh... that was another thing, I got there STARVING.
I had nothing to eat since 2pm. I got there at 8:30. I was dieing and
the moment all that went down I lost all desire to have anything to
eat. I got in my car and left at like 10:30pm. I was able to suck it
up for 2 hrs but that was 1hr and 59 min longer then I should have.
I'm
supposed to be going to another party that the King and Queen of the
fuck club will be attending and due to my o-so HORRIBLE experience
last night I'm considering not going. I don't want to get mad and
say/do something or ruin things for the other people going.
(Note:
It takes very little effort on any persons part to make me not want
to do something ever again. Just traumatize me once and you're good
to go for the rest of my life.)
So
I'm staying home and hanging out with my babies. Playing some xbox
and watching TV. Sounds boring, but I welcome it any day of the week
in comparison to the hell I endured last night.
I
wanted so badly to call Chris and talk to him and have the “hand to
hold”. But I didn't. I knew that if I craved my freedom and my
single life back (that I FINALLY GOT after 5 months of wanting it) I
needed to take the bad with the good.
I'm
single now. So that includes all the added (not so good) bonuses
of... dealing with things alone.
Yeah...
it kinda sucked but I got through it. I just reminded myself that
this is what I wanted and I need to stand on my own 2 feet again and
I'll get past it.
I'm
ok now. Still really disappointed and pissy. But oh well, it's a
lesson learned. NEVER GO TO A PARTY UNLESS AT LEAST 5 PEOPLE I KNOW
will be there. And neither of those 5 being the 2 that I'm
disappointed in.
I
really needed to vent. And I'm so happy I did. I'm gonna go take a
nap and reeeelax.