Friday the 13th

Have you ever felt like you just get shafted on everything, your whole life? That’s how I’m beginning to feel. In my job, at school, the things I do, the things I want to do. Shafted. Then there are always those people that seem to get everything they always wanted. The looks, the money, the people, the attention. How modest they always are when things seem to be going so well for them. Good for them, I guess.

So last night was common ground, and I woke up that morning not even the slightest big excited. Brie, Jessica and I were suppose to go see Buckcherry, Papa Roach, and Hinder. The Bad Ass rock tour– its first night. I had paid for all three tickets, and Brie paid me for hers but I told Jessica not to worry about hers because of the gym membership. In the beginning I was thinking it was going to be Brie to cause the first couple of problems, but it was me that wanted to smack a couple of bitches around. What a waste though, honestly. I find out Jess didn’t actually know who the bands were, and then she had the nerve to call my music shitty and bad. Well that’s good, because she some of her music from me in the first place. So I was pissy before we even left the house, and we stopped to see John before we went into Lansing. Waited around while she talked to him, and eventually got out of there.

Got to the Lansing center about an hour and a half before gates opened, and just hung out. We talked to the people around us and just had a good time. Rushed the stage and saw Beckie, Emily and Allie there. The Exies got up on stage and sounded good. Jessica eventually said she started to feel sick from the bass. ...? Ok. So she left us there to go watch The Who on the other stage. I got a text from her saying she was leaving to go get food, and she would be back to pick us up later. Whatever. Buckcherry came out, and they were amazing. Papa Roach came out and a mosh pit started. Brie and I were stuck in the middle of it. We practically got crushed. Hinder came out. They were also amazing. They threw their alcohol cups at us, and I got some on my lip haha and it was good. Show got over and everyone started to leave. I almost got into a fight with a security guard because he was being an asshole to me. Found Jessica after the 8 mile walk to the car. Went home.

Found out some stuff.
Felt disgusted.
Lied to.
Annoyed.

You would think after 3 or 4 years of being friends, she would realize I’m more than just a funny person. Not everything is a joke to me, and I thought HER of all people would know that. She thought I would just laugh at it because, “Well you’re Hilary!” That’s what hurt me the most.

I take things to heart too, you know. Things affect me more than anyone realizes, and I don’t forget either. I told her not to close me out, but I’d almost rather she did.

So much for Chicago with my big sister.

Ciao.