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Friday, 17 February 2012

All these words on replay.

This week hasn't been amazing. Probably one of the worst of this year, including New Year.

I fell out with one of my best friends in the entire world last Saturday. He brought up something from my past on a bus, in front of a friend. I didn't appreciate it, it actually really upset me that he'd bring up something I told him in confidence. As it turned out, he'd told our other friend at the time which also upset me as, as far as I was aware, 3 people knew about the incident. It's not something I like to remember, it's in the past and I don't think it needed to be brought up for what I can only assume was an attempt at a cheap laugh. At the bar, I went to the bathroom and when I got back, my (£5) pint had been drunk. I'd had maybe a mouthful of it. Normally this would annoy me but I'd just bitch until they bought me another drink. It's the third time it's happened this year and I felt like I was only around to be the butt of their jokes. As I pointed out to a friend, any girl they wanted to sleep with would be treated so differently, they'd show her some respect. I feel like I get none. My "friend" still hasn't apologised. Even when he was standing two feet away from me at the gym last night. I think I deserve an apology and I'm not going to back down on that. It was a cruel thing to do to someone and, in my opinion, not the way you treat someone you supposedly care about.

Fast forward to Wednesday, someone I know popped up on my chat. They then proceeded to call me dysfunctional (which coming from them is beyond hypocritical) and give me a list of reasons as to why I'm single. By that I mean I was given a list of things that describe who I am. Examples include: I'm too laddish, I like heavy music, I'm not very girly, the way I dress, I swear too much, I'm too fussy with food (I don't like spicy food, sue me), I'm too cynical etc etc - you get the idea.

At uni the lads were joking that I "put it about" for most of our lesson. Yes, it was a total pisstake but I worry that they actually think I'm like that. I don't think it's an image I present or live up to.

I think it's just asshole week. Hopefully next week will be better!

[Title taken from Make up Smeared Eyes by Automatic Loveletter]

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