The other day I had The Worst Day Ever, (I'm feeling melodramatic, work with me.) and I didn't saying anything about it except for a slightly hysterical text message to Babs who bless her, offered actual comfort instead of backing away slowly. But I'm still angry and it's my diary so I'm going to rant.

I realise that you didn't like my boy, but that's no reason to cut me off whenever I mention him. And that's not reason after saying that "I was better off without him," bring up the fact that its your six month anniversary with your boyfriend, whom you met at the exact same time and by the way, "would I like to help you pick out a dress because he has something special planned for the two of you." Thanks for dragging me to the pub three streets away from where my ex lives and then introducing me to your boyfriend's flatmate as "that girl who was making out with [insert my ex-boy's name] at my party." Thank you for that and the rest of that shit you pulled and fuck you. I hope you had a nice time as you left me to go home alone, I enjoyed crying all the way home.

For those of you who think I'm being petty, this happens all the fucking time and I dont want to put up with this anymore. So there's at least one friendship I will being doing without.