It's become harder and harder for me to write in this thing. Issues become more personal. All of my closest friends read this. It's not like I can just spill my guts out to the world and then hope there won't be any lashbacks. There always are lashbacks.
Saturday. What a crazy, messed up Saturday. I've never experienced anything like it, and I bet I never will.
The group of people I hang out with are all extremely close. Maybe too close. When you're so close to people, you're bound to get hurt when something happens. The situation is way too complicated and involved. I could spend hours upon hours explaining every little nuance of the problem. It runs as deep and complicated as a soap opera. Love, hate, revenge, trials and tribulations, plain stupidity, gleaming comebacks...it's the stuff that would make an excellent cheap novel. And of course, I'm right smack in the middle of it. Anyone who is remotely close to anyone in the group is sunk in the middle of it.
Bowling, then Applebees, seems innocent enough, right? Never before in one night have I had so many confused emotions. I felt bipolar twice over.
Hopefully this whole thing is resolved. I'm not even sure if it is. Nobody knows what's going on. I'm not even mad at everyone - a tiredness has sunk in. There's no other emotions to feel on this situation.
- Punk Rock Cinderella -
