he's friends with him. great. one big freaking bowl of cherries. i used to consider him one of the few people i trusted completely. i should have known better. we're all immature, we all make mistakes and betray each other. i shouldn't have depended on him like i did. we didn't even talk all that much, but it was nice to konw that we were there for each other when we needed it. i should've realized that he never came to me, i always confronted him with problems i already knew he was dealing with. i need to have better relationships with people. and now he's friends with him. i can't believe how upset i am over it. i really can't. thankfully, i'm a little better now, but right when i was reading his blog and hearing about it, i freaked. i actually cried. the only thing i could think of to do was to go somewhere else. get out of the room, do something. i went up to my room and i got dressed up, for whatever reason. i did makeup, hair, perfume, and came back down to read the rest of it. it was probably some strange defense mechanism that if i felt more pretyt and confident, i would be. but i'm still freaking. i'm kind of over it now. i'm used to caring more about someone than they care for me. i naively waltz in, get in head over heels and then have to drag myself out because i got rejected. yeah. whats-his-face asked whats-her-name to be his girlfriend the day after that party. and they're apparantly in love. joy.