the worst feeling is finding out your “best friends” all bullshit behind your back.
So what? I said I couldn’t go out Saturday night after YOUR boyfriends birthday party I drove all the way out of my way to go to. I HAD A FUCKING MANAGER’S MEETING AT 8:30 AM THE NEXT DAY! Then, say I made up to someone else, who flat out knows I had a meeting that early. Sorry you don’t work a real job.
Bitches, the best part is, I fucking called you and said I was going out and you blew me off and lied to me.
Just concludes that I honestly have no friends.
Fuck every single last one of you.