You are my saving grace.

This week was a crappy week. Especially today. 

I'm sorry I can't please you all the freaking time. It's just that I can't stand the fact that you refuse to admit you're wrong even when you are. At least I admit that I have flaws, something you never fail to point out every time we aren't on good terms. You say I'm the one that says things to hurt you. Yeah, well, the insults you threw at me today were enough to make me want to cry, weren't they. Just because I'm the child here, doesn't mean I'm going to be the one who apologizes. I'm always expected to apologize. You say I'm never on time? Where do you think I got that from? You talk about things you know shit about, things that just make me want to explode. But I don't. I keep it all in, just like I always do. I'm sorry I'm not the 'nice', 'loving' girl you wanted- no, expected, me to grow up to be. But maybe you should re-analyze the situation and see how much this hurts me.

And the text you sent me? It was all I could do to keep myself from breaking down right there in the cinema. It's a good thing I'm a pro at faking happiness. Something else I got from you, I guess. Refusing to allow myself to be weak in front of people.

I'm just so exhausted with everything. Every time I lay my head on the pillow, I can't seem to bring my eyes to just shut no matter how tired my body is. My night went slightly better. Watched He's Just Not That Into You with a few people. Loved it. I rate it 9/10. And yeah, I still haven't watched Shopaholic asghfjsf. 

Anyway, yeah, the movie was pretty good. It was hilarious, no doubt. Lifted my mood a whole lot. Ate at Italiannies after. I love my friends. :)