Just home from the lamest night out. This was supposed to be my going away party, and, well, essentially, none of my friends gave a shit. Okay, I’ve only got two friends in town, but neither of them gave a shit.
M’s finally got a job, was working all day, and claims to be too shattered from work to go out after. (WTF! He’s never before been too tired to go out on a ‘school night’. Back in the day, he’d work all day, hit the pub after work, stay out all night, and then go straight to work buzzing the next morning.)
D said that she was broke and couldn’t afford to go out because ‘I’ve got to get money together for a London flat by the end of the month’. (She’s moving out of the rent’s house and getting a flat with a friend near work. The way she’s going on about it, it’s like she’s the only person on earth who’s ever moved into a flat. Like I know how expensive it is…I’m moving into a flat too…hell, I’m moving into a flat by myself on the other side of the country.)
So we just went to the pub, and no one really said anything, and no one wanted to drink, and it was dead boring, and I’m actually quite upset because these are my best friends since forever and they aren’t even giving a shit that I’m moving. It was like I was fucking making them go out, and you know what, I’m just not in the mood for this. I’ve got too much to do. Too much to deal with and I just don’t give a shit either.