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Wednesday, 19 March 2008

The Confession.

Well, the reason I'm such a crabby bitch right now is because I just got a call from my cousin Megan (who was supposed to come over from Manchester to stay a while) she's ditching me to go to her friends 17th birthday party. Wow, she hasn't seen her cousin in about a year and she'd rather go see her best friend who she sees everyday. You can tell I feel really loved right now.
But the thing is. I have nothing to feel angry at, I was going to do the same to her. It's my best friend Tanyas birthday piss up on saturday..and I was going to ditch Megan to go there. But to be fair, its only about a day or 2 tops. Yet, with Megan I won't get to see her for ages usually, luckily this time she can come down again because her mums getting my uncle a dog. But unluckily, that's in the easter holidays. I have to spend the whole of my Easter Holiday babysitting her rather than being with my friends. I don't mean she's not my friend or anything, 'cause she is. It's just that she doesn't know my friends so it would be rude to hang out with them with her.

I think about my friends too much :/

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