Ok, I admit it, I am obsessed. however I have just discovered yet another annoying betrayal.
Turns out my "best mate" Samantha has been friends with the bastard all this time without sharing that lil bit of info with me.
It may upset me. Oh, wouldn't it just!
I mean, every time I asked about him or their "friendship" she told me to calm down, she didn't talk to him, he wasn't important, they were never that close, she was more interested in being friends with me, and so on.
So basically she lied to me.
She also knew he had a new girlfriend since August, well good luck to them. It made me think about hiding in his bushes and warning her. Mad. Apparently she's from Leicester. The cunt. So he pisses on my life, then just moves on, taking my best mate with him.
I mean, Samantha said she hadn't told me because it would upset me, how considerate of her. I am pissed off, and upset.
Actually I ended up crying and pouring my heart out to a famous actor in Soho House after I found out how she'd lied to me, and the girlfriend stuff, but that's ok, that actor's also a life coach. He said he hated seeing me unhappy, but never even paid for my drink- then again why would he, Sam had told me she'd get it...
I started taking Prozac today which made me feel funny and tired, but as I don't want to wake up crying every day over Christmas I think it's for the best. I haven't told my mum, she'd disapprove.
B called me the night before I left, at 1:15 am without leaving a message as usual. How intriguing. Not.
Wondering about seducing my 30-year old virgin friend, if he'll let me...
If I think about how happy I was last year, and what was going on behind my back the whole time, it's enough to drive anyone crazy.
Merry Christmas.
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