You know when your home alone and you feel so lonely that it sorta liek forces you to think about all the bad parts of the day - and then you start uncontrollably crying.  Except there is no one to comfort me.  No one to tell me I'm not.  I can't even call my best friend because she doesn't care and she isn't around.  She's too busy with the girl that took away the one person who could make me feel better. How wonderful.

Who knew that I'd know once again the feeling of your best friend not being there?

honestly, "bitch" doesn't really affect me but who knew that calling me an invalid would hurt so much?