Disappointing mothers, since 1987.

Yesterday I had a fight with a friend. She wasn't a super close friend, so I wasn't ready to have a full blown bitch fight when she proudly announced she's annoyed at the whole world, everyone including me. Obviously. But when she started being a drama queen, I had to break it to her: the whole world does not revolve around one person, as selfish as one can be. Of course she didn't like it, so she sent me to hell and I proceeded to erase her contact details.

It wasn't a huge deal. Not the actual fight, no. But it got me to thinking: what exactly gives one the right to demand everyone's attention and moral support? Yes, I have a good record at being a good friend and offering my shoulder to many people. I do it willingly and I rarely ask for something in return. That's just me, though. But when someone starts calling me names or sends me to the hottest flames of hell? Yeah, I'm done. After all, I do my best not to be rude to anyone and I expect the same respect, at least from someone who is supposed to be my friend, close or not.

End rant.
Well, no. I have to rant about something else.
I freaking hate some people. When you're mad, you suck. When you're calm, why aren't you mad? Seriously?! Make up your own damn minds. I'm so tired of this permanent 'changing-my-mind-whenever-I-feel-like-it', if you're not a girl, you're not supposed to do that. And even if you're a girl! It's no excuse for all the bullshit. So I'm SO done. O to the ver. I'm determined to live my life with or without you. Sure, I would have preferred having you by my side, but since you're also determined in drifting apart, I'm not trying anymore. I have a limit, too. And I think I've just reached it. The end.

End rant number 2.
Today has been such a shitty day. I need new glasses, so I'm getting a pair of funky ones, if I have to wear them all the time.
I still haven't read those books I need to read for my exam, but I'm hoping my experience with reading will come in handy.
I have homework.
Valentine's Day is almost here and it's going to suck, as per usual. (Really now? What is the point in having a boyfriend if he sucks when it comes to shit like this? YES, I'M A GIRL AND I CARE ABOUT SILLY SHIT LIKE VALENTINE'S DAY). Ugh.
And I'm sorry I vent in a blog instead of calling the person I'm mad at and let it all out. I'm so much better than this. Even I know that, with all my low self-esteem.

Sigh.
I hope this week ends well.
I will end up exploding if not.
And I'm hoping the rest of the world is better off than I am right now.



Love,
Southern Belle.