Confession 015

I've acted like a bitch.

I do regret what I did this past weekend. First I ditched my friend in order to fuck another one and the only excuse I could think of is an horrible accident that happened to an imaginary friend. He, of course, was very worried about her, and that is normal, because that's what good and sensitive people do. A father about to die and a mother who was about to go into a comma, leaving their only daughter alone at home, what a dramatic scenario. He has such a great image of me that he believed that...yeah.

Then, the one who I wanted to make out with didn't come clubbing with us. Well, in fact, he did not come at all. Anyways, no problem, guys. The night went on quite well, swaying to the music in a very erotic way and seducing all dudes out there. I don't know, don't ask me, I was just feeling hot, There is nothing wrong with dancing and flirting a bit, right?

However, when MY female friend, the one that considers me her best friend, brought home her lay of the night, I tried to snatch him from her. When did I become such an ugly fat-ass bitch?
A threesome? What was I thinking of? Nothing happened, thanks god. He was too drunk to even fuck my friend. It could have been awkward if I were in the same room with them too,
We still kissed, though, and then I said that he was the one to blame for all that.

Why do I lie? What do I need it for?
Agh, I am an horrible friend. It didn't go well and I didn't ruin anything, but...PLEASE, she only wanted to have a little fun and get distracted after a break-up. Why did I try to get in between?

Agh, I should not drink...I get a little bit too affectionate, pervy and bitchy.

I'm sorry, I'm really sorry for this behaviour. I must not act like this again...I fully regret it.