i like being around certain people, the ones that bring out the laughter in me. it's especially great when i can sit around with friends, at late night, nice dinners, and talk about the trials and tribulations of being a girl, noticing things like that girl's really drunk and really pregnant and all sorts of other hilarious things.

there's always that buzzkill though, when fun is destroyed by something that was completely out of the picture at any given moment in the night, when suddenly, it just pops up unexpected (and uninvited) and seriously strikes a dying blow to the once splendid atmosphere of my night.

then comes the words and hopes that were just a hair too late, and i wish it didn't bother me so much, but alas, it does, and there's not one thing i want to do about it. this entire time has been taken advantage of, and now it's too late. i'm overcooked like soft squash and tired of feeling runny.