Today was fun! Way better than annoying, hot, sweaty, branch ridden, over priced water, and douchy boat tour people yesterday.

I don't remember what I wrote about yesterday, it was a long day.

Today, however, my good friend Taylor had us play Werewolf on her ipod, all 15 of us while we took a really long time to get places. It was fun. And really loud, everyone hated us XD

Then when we got to the hotel we met on the patio outside the patio(at 10:10ish) and started playing. I of course died the fist time because my love was lynched.

First game I was voted off, after I raised my hand as the last vote for my demise. Of course I was an innocent villager. Then again the second game I was mauled, then I was the seer, but we lost, because there was a three-way lover triangle thing, so it screwed me and the other villagers over.

Of course the last game, I was brokenhearted XD


Now the real reason for this post.

I usually blog about things I feel extremely emotional about, but crying over my life isn't possible really, so I write about them. Or I write about things I can't really tell anyone.

If you hadn't guessed already.

Today my friend sent me a group message on facebook about her blog, and how she has one.


So I started reading through it and then I saw that she had a really hard time with her boyfriend and how she didn't feel gorgeous or now she was at all attractive.

Now, she isn't model like, but she was my first serious girl crush. I liked her for a very long time. I thought she was beautiful, funny, smart, talented, and so much more. And I'm reading through it, and the farther it goes back in time the more sad she was.

She was describing her relationship and how it was onesided and she never felt happy and it felt like a job and she kept describing what she never got.

I would have literally done everything she said and more. She deserved better and I'm glad she has a better boyfriend. If she's happy with him, I'm happy. We don't really talk anymore, but I still love my friend. She is fucking awesome. No matter how much of a bitch she is.

Some people I'm just not going to forget and she is one. Of them.

I also realize that I think I'm ready. Seriously. I think I've actually finally matured to the point where I can actually treat someone correctly.

This blog should be called, tales of a person who will probably never have a relationship.