So hm, what's up with my best friend anyway?? 

I don't even know if we're on speaking terms anymore. *shrugs* Seriously..; last week, she came in town, we went out, and her sister got hammered. Fine, Barbara was a bit drunk herself, pissed off and probably felt wierd having to witness her sister in that state. because, yeeshh, that wasn't pretty. (Well, very funny at first... but not at the end). I waited to ride the elevator with her so she wouldn't be alone and... yeah, she needed to vent I guess. So I was there. i was the bad guy because I didn't help carrying her sister. Well, he only has two sides, you know. One guy on each, what can i do? I was behind in case she fell (she ended up taking a nose dive, but nothing serious)...
She puked on herslef, and on my boyfriend's couch, who was the gracious host that gave him the keys to his flat for them to stay.

So, yeah... I don't get an appology... whatever... she had other stuff to worry about.

Then, tonight... she comes again, I'm not feeling so much like partying, I'm tired, I say I'm coming, but just so we got out for dinner. If they go dance later, I'm out. She says it's her last week end free, then she'll be working and she won't be able to come. Fine, as if i was going to miss an opportunity to see them.
Turns out, we go to this place, called the American Way. Oh hell it is, man. It's the freaking TEXAN way, dammit. i love this place, the food is awesome but UGH i'm full for a decade and a half!
So, yeah... my stomach hurts a bit. Dude, her father is my stomach doctor, she was there when he told me about the possibility of surgery. And it's my fault if i hurt, uh? I hate too much, so I didn't feel like going to dance more. Nope.
So yeah, maybe she'd hope of getting me worked up to go out with them but the deal was clear. David's on morning shift, he gets up at 6... we aren't going our. So she's giving me the silent treatment for half an hour. Might I mention, she's still staying at David's, and he's with me, so she can have a bed allll to herslef and maybe bring a guy in there... again.
ugh.
So we left, they went out to a bar or something (like we weren't having fun dancing and them drinking in the flat. I like it better because we dance the same, we get to choose the music and it's not too fucking hot which makes me automatically sicker by the second, so yeah... not keen on the bar idea) and David and i went home. She says like 'grand pa and grand ma go home'. Bitch. Seriously. What's her deal nowadays? I'm not her freaking punching bag.
She didn't even ride the elevator with us.
Yes, yes... she's 22 too.

I guess I don't really wanna go see that movie with them tomorrow. This time I want an appology. Or at least an explanation of what the fuck happened to make her pissed at me in 20min tops.

This is what i get when i make sacrifices to my friends.

Won't do the same mistake again;

I'm trying to hold back the mental break down that's threatening me. My computer is dead. Done. Kaput. Over and out.

I'm hoping very strongly that i can salvage my harddrive and get back all the hours of work that are on it. If not.... I might completely give up writing. I'd be done with it. I can't stand that twice. No sir. That's already twice too many. I give up.

So yeah, hiatus. I'll still check my mails and stuff, I'm going to try and find another computer that wouldn't be that expensive. *crosses fingers*