And I can’t party right, the mood is not there because I’m zero (as in literally) for the next 15 days. If I say no a hundred times it wouldn’t matter. I would still remain a party pooper, not cool. Well, I could get over it, but I wouldn’t be able to move on by the fact that friends would hate me for not coming to a once in a lifetime thrill (as they say). It’s exaggerated you know. Everybody knows I’m outgoing, but one day, I wouldn’t be anymore, despite the fact that I’m always dying to go all the time. Because I won’t have the money.
I really don’t like it when somebody would pay for me, call it pride. I don’t like to be pa-special either. So I still go despite the lack of resources. However, I heard my mom told me once, that it’s bad. I’m a girl and I should learn submission sometimes.
Last night I said no because I have a lot of issues, but the friend said, f*** them all, just party the night away. And I did, I gave in, and submitted…
Now another week of crying for money…
he said, she said, i said