So, tonight my ex and a couple friends wanted to go out to this underground club we go to sometimes... but they told the rest of us they werent gonna do anything, then have a guys night. then they said they werent gonna do anything again. Until my ex called me and was like "ok this is dumb, this is whats really going on" and by the time i had gotten off the phone with him, the rest of everyone had already found out (there were 4 of us) and 2 of them were flipping out. personally, when i thought they were just chillin i was more pissed than when they were gonna go to a club. i'd rather just get honesty, but at least they had a reason to not want us around for the club. but my best friend flipped out because she always wants to go and now her ex and my ex were going and whatnot.

ahh whatever. so i was the only one not really gettin on their case for going out without us, but then i had to be the bad news bear and tell my ex that i did a line of coke 20 min before our [at the time] conversation. and he was worried and shit but he knows that im not gonna start doing coke, just that i did it cuz i got it for nearly free. so im sure everyone on the way to the club got a nice good complain-about-the-ex's rant going.
oy.

but i ended up doing another line sometime after getting off the phone with him.

i know hes not gonna go hook up.

but what if he did?

garrrrrrhhhh!!!! i hate feeling like this.
i could do another line... but i shouldnt. theres nothing to do anyway and i'd rather sleep and have some more for later.

i realized i was crashing when i came in and my room was messed up and i flipped out for a minute. then i was like "ok chill, theres no point in wasting energy in being pissed about this" and now im cool. but i wish he would call me dammit!

the club is closed by now!