Laura sent me a drunk text last night. I was able to interpret the word "sorry" several times, "fucked up" and "regret." I have no idea what the fuck she was trying to tell me. AND THIS IS WHY I DO NOT APPRECIATE DRUNK TEXTING. OR DRUNKEN PHONE CALLS.
I'm a little pissed off, She knows better.
And I really miss my best friend. Even though she wouldn't care in the least, I still wish I could rant to her about it. Ugh I hate myself for missing her like this. She doesn't care at all. She's too busy figuring out her "new lifestyle." God, is it tomorrow yet? At least then I wouldn't have to try so hard to be distracted. I would just have something to do.
I need to get dressed. Church starts in 20 minutes.