Okay so that can probably take the cake for worst night of the year, and I thought there was some competition for that last week.

I am so angry at Belle. I saw the post and the pictures, and I commented on the feed, and told her in person to leave it be.

I had to ask her again to remove individual comments which were SO OUT OF LINE it still makes me angry now.

I had a good night up until that.

I had a five minute sook, FIVE MINUTES, in which SHE cried, and we all sat in respectful silence and agreed that sometimes things are hard. That was it.

There was no need to go broadcasting a LIE on facebook to the world, my business is my business and if my business is going to be sent online I'd rather it be my actual business and not some perverted attempt to make someone important to me that she's never met feel bad.
If I wanted that then that'd be my lookout. I don't and guess what, it's still my lookout.

No bar next week.

And then that guy. That drunk guy.

He was going to hurt me.

I'm used to people being drunk and flirty, and I'm used to people being drunk and mouthy. Drunk and physically violent though... he was actually going to hurt me if that bartender hadn't come when he did.

He called me a whore and said it was no wonder I was unhappy, and that my greatest achievement in life would be an abortion. He said a lot of things.

I have friends that have killed themselves over people like that.
Over being told things like that.

And now scouts tonight is an extra hour long... it goes til 10pm now. 10pm! Nobody bothered to ask what I thought about that, I just got told. Words will be had about that.
I was trying to avoid having words at all.

And there are three assignments due now. I can't focus very well.

It's going to be a long night, and an even longer weekend.

I am so angry, and stressed, and hurt.
Fucking Belle, I don't want anything to do with her right now.

It's nobody else's business and I go out of my way to keep it to myself, and make it clear it's nobody else's business.
I mean... FACEBOOK? Fuck.