That last post made me want to share my horrible Friday night.

It was all fun and I was drunk and everything was fine. One of my friends was being mean to me because he's "mad" at me right now, but I didn't really care, he was always mean to me and I need him out of my life. But later in the night people started making things up about my best friend, yelling at her and me. They eventually said she couldn't be there, and kicked her out. She was drunk, I was drunk, no one was fit to drive, and I couldn't go home. I couldn't leave her, even though I was allowed to stay. At that point I completely broke down, crying because I was angry and had no idea where I would sleep. I couldn't believe how mean two of my formal best friends could be, and all I was thinking was I want to go home, to Mountain School. It was so ridiculous I just couldn't stop being angry, and being drunk didn't help how much I was crying. Eventually my friend's dad picked us up and let us sleep over, thank God. But it was a horrible night and I'm dreading going to school on Monday so much. I know my best friend will be harassed and I know I'll have to be denying the rumors all day. I've sort of hated school since Mountain School, because I know how good life and people can be. I hate seeing people I know are good do such mean and horrible things just because they are influenced by others or get carried away. I, and we, just have to remember we're good people, and can't be so affected by others meanness. I got too upset, too worked up. I just miss the lovely life we had, and its hard to understand how crazy mine is now.