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Saturday, November 03, 2007
arrrrrrgh
i wish i wasn't six years old
and i wish, honestly, that he would just treat me like he cared. it doesn't even matter if he's sincere. but come ON... all that work, and he purposefully doesn't invite me to the afterparty. i don't know why he wouldn't want me to be there. it feels like that time in high school, when after the play where i was the lead, one of the other actors threw a cast party that was only for specific people, and i wasn't invited. i threw the regular cast party, to which everyone was invited. some of my good friends left my party to go to his. seriously. we were 16.
if you call me at 3 in the morning when you're drunk and angry and need somebody to talk to
you could at least give me the common courtesy of not treating me like the not-cool-kid from junior year
we should have gotten past that by now, i'm pretty sure.
and no, i am not overreacting.
so i guess my real question could be one of two things:
1.) why am i not cool enough to go to your after party (and according to whom)
2.) why are you such a jerk?
or maybe both
whatever.
i'm a little drunk.
i guess i'll just go to bed.
* posted by claire * 12:29 AM
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