Monday's always have to kill the great weekend. Burnt another massive hole in my bank account but who cares.
Had a really bad day, me just being a little paranoid but everyone seems to be against me. Even little comments like someone saying you to me instead of saying Beth. It makes me feel unwanted and boy has that feeling been over used today. I fell out with my friends, not their fault but wasn't really mine either. And I really don't want to bitch over the internet but when you ask someone on holiday you expect to get asked back - ok I wasn't expecting Edinburgh but c'mon I don't even get to go to the meal. Well me thinks I might as well go the whole way as to not go to the other party either. Who needs it. I'm off anyway. My dad says their tight arsed. Sometimes I agree. I mean it's not her fault, but my parents always do what's right for me, not their bank account.
Had a great night out with the Barlow Crew, was a bit cold in just a t-shirt though.
I have purple hair.
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