one shot, two shot, three shot, floor.

Last night was absolutely the most disgusting night I've had in a while. I had no fun at all. Too much happened and for some reason, I knew it was going to happen. A part of me thought I was dreaming, that none of what happened was real, but sadly, it was. Some bitch tried to start shit with me. Are you kidding me? Really? I needed to get my best friend home because she wasn't doing too well and you gave me shit. Fuck you. I ended up running around after them, taking care of them and trying to get them to stop crying and making a fool of themselves. I guess these things happen to everyone, but this was just too much. This is why I don't like when they do these sort of things. I guess we all need to take a break from all of this. It's new to us all and hopefully because of what happened, they'll learn from what they did. Time for an intervention, yeah?