Ugh. Just ugh. That's all I have to say about the following week.

Sometimes I just want to pack my shit up and drop out of college and go home. People are so frustrating. Everyone is a liar and only tells you what they think you want to hear.

And everything a guy tells you is absolute bullshit.

I went on a three day drinking spree this weekend which has never happened before because usually after the first night I can't even talk about alcohol the next day. Somehow I pulled through all three nights of stumbling around parties and trying to get past dorm security without them noticing my obvious inebriation. Saturday was definitely the worst. I had a really good time, except for the fact that the guy I brought to the party flirted with another girl the ENTIRE TIME. It's not like it was a mystery that I liked him. He knew. Yea, he definitely knew, and I thought he liked me as well but of course not, that is physically impossible. Then she leaves and he comes to talk to me like I'm some kind of idiot. I'm not blind. I saw him with her the entire time like I didn't exist, and then he tries to feed me some bullshit story like he couldn't help it at all. Please. I am sick of guys. They're all a bunch of smelly dirty drunken slutty liars. Other than that part, the rest of the party was awesome. We got back home and I tossed my cookies. Then I went to my friend's room where I thought I had to puke again so I sat on the bathroom floor and just busted out crying like I was in some movie. I wasn't even that upset over the whole fiasco, but crying hysterically next to the toilet in my nice clothes seemed so fitting. Then James came to see if I needed a hospital, and I thought I might because I was afraid if I closed my eyes I'd die, but I told him no. Then the male slut called to see if I was ok, and I said I was fine and he said it sounds like you're crying and I said I wasn't and hung up. Now I'm sick from not sleeping or eating anything and I didn't go to any classes today, and I'm done with that guy and I hope I never see him again. I'm going to bed.