Say shit to my face and not across a room full of people you gutless cunt. If you’re going to start a fight/guilt trip/confrontation/discussion, don’t do it when you’re drunk. There was about 10 other people who bough her drinks before me. If you give a twat an inch, clearly they’ll take a mile. It’s night like these that make me happy that I am moving. I love you darling, but I’m not going to feign interest in conversation with people who wont return the favour. I’m done being fake, and I’m sorry that means if you ask “is everything okay?” and I respond “I’m fine, it’s just no on here likes me.” I’m not feeling sorry for myself. It’s just boring and awkward and I’m not going to waste energy interacting with people whom I wouldn’t normally. Just fact of the matter. Will you be done being in a bad mood after this? I’m not in a bad mood, I just can’t really find common ground in a conversation that consists of people arguing about the best way to ‘fuck someone with pickle relish’. Especially given the situation in which the conversation has taken place. What am I doing here? Oh. Because I care. Honestly… Relish. Cigarettes. No appeal. And I never need to be around those people around each other again. not healthy, not smart, not going to do it. Cyclical. It’s come to my attention that my attempts at “sugarcoating” are worthless ergo should cease. Case in point. El fin. Not more “yeah” not more “Sure”. This is a load of beauty bark filled with shit.