This is it. The day of the pool party. I'm not excited... quite dreading it really. I don't know... I guess it's the whole 'if you think it's gonna flop, it will.' WHY DO I FEEL LIKE THIS?!
With the seveners it's like i can be ME.. sure I over do it sometimes... but still.
I am only be myself with a few people in 3/9... that's quite sad... I have been complaining to my mum about it... her response? 'Then don't make another party lah. Don't waste time.'
Maybe I should stop. Obviously it's not good enough anymore. Anyway, they're all rock climbing god-knows-where. It's like they're not taking this seriously... i mean, it ain't some exam shit.. but i appreciate some excitment.. real OR not.
Not crap like 'Oh, her party's on Monday.' 'Yeah...' 'Wanna go rock climbing?'
Yup, should take mumsie's advice. But I still want a seveners' party. That's the thing with them. They get so excited, it really makes me feel wanted. Not like i feel that anymore.
Days before the party, no one can stop talking about it... Now, I don't EVEN know who's going. Call that sad. I beseech you.
Most of them prob forgot it. If not for the gathering at Elaina's, no one would come. Except the few who i greatly appreciate. 'Oh your party's on Monday?' S'ok! Screw my feelings!
And then comes the 'BIG' blow. 'Oh, we're coming for lunch. We go rock climbing first.' Aww.. I can see that my CAREER as a hotel manager (where my guests come as they please.) would flourish as a result! Maybe someone will come early to cheer me up. I really hope so.
This is not some hate post to single out individuals. I'm just feeling not up to it. So, please cut me some slack... If you think this is directed at you, fine with me. Screw you. I don't care anymore.
This is a girl. This is her blog. That's pretty much the gist of where you are now on the internet.
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