funny how i can have an incredible party with all my friends, and still feel miserable by the end of the night because of you. and the worst part is, i have no chance with you. it wouldn't hurt so bad if there was a possibility. but there isn't. so this is me, on the verge of tears after an amazing night. and it's all because of you.
edit: in hindsight, i wasn't really that miserable. but it was late night, and i get mellow at night-time, and one of my friends was all over my guy, and it got to me. it's not his fault. i'm not mad at him or anything.
anyway, my birthday party was awesome. all my best friends were there, we went crazy, we had a blast. we had a pink flamingo pinata, haha. and good cake and good food, good music and good friends. it was really nice to just let go and have fun with my friends. i need to do that more often.
but now, i have an incredibly messy basement to clean up.