After waking up, I still feel lots of negative energy. Feelings like how much I hate a particular bridesmaid: how is the excuse of 'married life' count for tardiness? Inexcusable and I now only hate weddings more. Her own stupid decision to have gotten married in the first place, the poor man who made the choice unless he is equally a bitch.
My best friend E's decision to go it the Botanic Gardens way is truly the smartest ever. I admire her more now for it.
I still think that weddings are lame. It only makes the difference for the ones in love and in that way lovers tend to be in their own pink-cloud of exclusiveness I feel even more lame when so much trouble and effort is gone towards something that causes so much pain.
I thought that sleep and meds would have helped these feelings go away, but they haven't. But at least I am not (yet) cheesed off about the internet right now.
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