Another angst filled this is my life, what is wrong with me post.

I don't get it. I mean, like, why do I attract crazy people and chose them to be my best friend?

I have two really awesome friends now, and I'm pretty sure aren't crazy, but with the way my track record is going, I'm slightly concerned for their mental health at this point.

Two weeks ago Tuesday I was supposed to meet Q at a pizza place to grab lunch since I haven't seen her in forever and stuff. So I'm driving to the place and I'm running late, so I text her saying I'm on my way. I don't get a response, so I figure she's, you know, eating. I get there and her cars isn't there and neither is her boyfriend's motorcycle. So I wait, I text her again about 15 minutes later asking where she is, a half hour after that she texts me back and says she's not coming because she's half way across the state and her phone died.

This is not the first time she's blown me off and decided not to tell me. I mean, I  doubt she left her house with a dead phone, and she's a hour away from where we were supposed to meet and she couldn't text me. I was a little bit annoyed. So I haven't talked to here in a week and a half. Thursday my other two friends and I went to Boston for a birthday. All of us have that we're going as our facebook statuses, we've been talking about it for a while, Q texts me while all of us are in Boston and asks if I'm still mad. About 5 hours later, I text her back and tell her I'm not mad, just aggravated and annoyed at her inability to keep plans or at least let  me know before I rearrange my life to meet with her that she's not going to show up.

She texts me later that night and asks me how to fix it. In my head I'm, like, just say you're freaking sorry and we'll move on, but I waited and this afternoon I told her that I couldn't be in a one sided friendship again. I just wasn't going to do it. If she wanted me to be her friend, because I honestly believed she was my best friend and I hers, that she had to put it some effort.

She told me I was being melodramatic, and told me not to worry about her baby shower that her mom would do it. And that's when I completely freaking lost it on her. I just flipped told her she was being selfish, and all I wanted was a friendship in which I could rely on the other person. I'm not trying to be needy or greedy or really thought that I was asking for too much when I ask for a fucking phone call to tell me that you're not going to fucking show up so I don't wait in a parking lot for a hour waiting for you, or drive half way to Dover to get a text minutes before we're supposed to meet up saying you're not going to make it. I was asking for courtesy, friendship.

I didn't think I was asking too much, but apparently I was.

She told me to have a nice life.

So I told her she was just like Abby, and Georgie, just as heartless and cruel as they were. I told her that there are way easier ways to tell someone you don't want them to throw you a baby shower.

She told me again to have a nice life, so I said "I will have a wonderful life now that it no longer has you in it."

In the end I was a little bit childish, but whatever, she deserves it as far as I'm concerned. She started it. But really all she had to do was say she was sorry, and everything would have been fine. I don't get why that is worth throwing away a friendship.

I guess it just meant more to me that it did to her.

AND THAT IS THE END OF THE STORY
today is awesome because I have plans to wear a shirt that says "life" on it and hand lemons to people on street corners.

Books read: 9
Currently (re)reading: Looking for Alaska by John Green