and then it will finally hit you! oh, wait, that was my FIST!

and so once again, my friendship drama's continue. Beyond the point of no return really.
So bad that i feel like crying sometimes. and to all my readers the whole ONE of them), i am nt an emo ... not that i have anything against emo's, cause i totally support them... off track ut anyways...
i am sick of this predicament! i know it might sound corny, but i wish things were the way it used to be... where boys still had cooties, and heels were unnecessay, and we used to laugh at other people who fought.
we're as good as they are.

so just the other night i was browsing through my facebook photos, as you do, and stopped at our old group photo... we looked so happy :(
i sound so cliche` hehe

but now, things are bad... real bad.
the type of bad where your "best friend" doesn't deliver news to you FIRST. the kind of bad where the only way you know what's going on is if you overhear it. the kind of bad where i'd rather hang out in the library by myself. (bridget jones' diary scene is appropriate here... minus the alcohol. i am neither an emo, nor an alcoholic)