Drama, please

And here we are at the end of the second day of the congress. On a Saturday night, I'm already on the bed, after a nice dinner and long bath. Very tiring weekend, and all I want is a shot of tequila. Of course the lectures are teaching and inspiring and the people you get to know and listen to are a huge opportunity for an under grad like me. Twelve hours of seminars really break you down though. All I am about to do now is try to sleep, thinking. Tomorrow is the last day of it all.

Thinking about what, you may wonder. Yesterday it was O's birthday. Of course I was not invited, I'm already guessing it was an all boys drinking fest, both at his new place and at the bar, but that isn't the problem. I texted him wishing happy birthday and never got a reply. That means he was either out of phone credits or still hurt and pissed off. I am not okay with that. With G being one of his closest friends and me sleeping in the same bed with him. Boys can get evil when they drink, and I'm not trusting G with not telling how close me and him are lately. On the other hand, it frustrates me that O would think I want to ruin his birthday by showing to the bar at his birthday. I bet he still thinks I'm a total bitch. Well, it's inside my genes and I always have a plan to screw everyone up in case needed, no question about that, but there's nobody in this fucking town I care more about his feelings than O. And he doesn't let me do right.