Celebrating Friday Night With Tears

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I decided to meet up with Weirdo tonight after waiting for a taxi for like 20 minutes in front of my flat. I wasn't even sure where I'd go, all I knew is that I wanted to get away from it all for now and forget. It's a good thing Weirdo texted me or else I'd have done something completely stupid.

Apparently, Postpunk had already told him about what happened, but she didn't seem remorseful about it or whatever when she did. And he was all like (in his head), "Why the fuck would you do that?"

So Weirdo basically spent the night comforting me. Well, that was after we ate at McDonald's, anyway. When we decided to head to a certain drinking place, that's when I told him about what happened. The drinking place was closed, so we decided to just sit for a while at the stairwell of my old dormitory building. That's where I finally cried for the first time since we met up. He just hugged me and comforted me. I swear to God, he's like the older brother I wish I had.

After a while the stairwell started to feel like an uncomfortable place for such talk, so we decided to head to another drinking place which was open. We had one bottle each whilst we talked about our past relationships. For a moment, I felt like I was finally better again.

Apparently, I wasn't, as evidenced by my mini outburst in Coffee Bean. It's a good thing we were alone in the smoking area.

What was so sweet about Weirdo is that as I cried and laughed at the same time, he just hugged me again and wiped my tears away. And he told me that he'd give Haku two slaps once he gets home (He's reserving the last slap for me, because I said I wanted to slap Haku thrice). It felt really nice—a far cry from the friendless feeling that I had in the afternoon. He didn't even mind my swift mood swings; he just let me laugh and talk when I wanted to or cry and just plain bash Postpunk and Haku when I felt like it.

You're probably wondering why I'm angry at Haku now. Here are three reasons to summarise it:

1. He could've stopped her from unzipping his pants and grabbing his crotch.
2. He could've at least checked up on me tonight.
3. In the first place, he should have known better to avoid letting Postpunk use him when he clearly knows that Postpunk likes him romantically.

Bonus answer: He's just too fucking dense.

Weirdo spent half the night trying to tell me that Haku really loves me, but during times like this I just can't help but question it. Then again, it's my fault for letting myself fall, and for letting my ridiculously gullible self believe that he'd be able to handle my fucking fragile heart. And this stupidity of mine also led me to believe that Postpunk won't do anything stupid/slutty/bitchy despite liking Haku that way. 

I don't know. I just don't fucking know anymore.

What did I do to deserve this? Am I that much of a horrible person? Damn it.

Oh, and I am seriously considering breaking things off with Haku just because of this, along with permanently ending my friendship with Postpunk. Just goes to show how YOU SHOULD ALWAYS MIND WHAT YOU DO. I do not believe in forgive and forget, after all.

I know you guys ship me so much with Haku and that he seems like the only dude who actually made me ridiculously happy, but shit happens and I'm a bitch. I even wrote him a letter saying, "Don't worry. I don't care. And I will never ever fucking care again." I hope Weirdo gives that to him along with the two slaps.

God, I feel so cold and angry. I've never had this desire to be ruthless for the longest time now. This is really a bad time to piss me off, bitches.

PS

There's a dude who's been giving me hints lately. And I don't really like him because he's rather snobby and all that I'm-too-smart-for-everyone jazz, but I definitely know that he's been wanting to grab my boobs. Maybe I should let him do it.

Insert fun, fun, fun, fun in Rebecca Black singing voice.