Last night I went out, as I usually do on a Tuesday night (uni night), and if you’ve been following some of my previous posts, you will realise that their is a certain guy that keeps coming up in most blog posts (yuck sorry about that, he has obviously been on my mind way to much), but we have been getting together exclusively, the both of us.
Last night he was rotten drunk, he even informed me that he probably wouldn’t remember much of the night, I had a bit of a chat with him, and then we kind of parted ways, knowing that we would make our way back to each other by the end of the night, like we usually do.
Except last night, he didn’t come home. Last I saw of him, he was talking to his ex. I mean it’s bad to assume things, but I put two and two together.
His best friend, who is also one of my friends, seemed really different at the end of the night towards me. He didn’t want me to head back to my room, he was doing anything to make sure I didn’t, maybe just in case I crossed paths with him and saw something I wouldn’t want to see? I don’t know.
I know I don’t really have the right to be hurt, but I can’t help feeling like yet again, I have been dogged.
I know when his floor would have seen him sneaking back in early hours of this morning, they’d assume he was with me the night before, i’ll have to get quizzed about it today, only to suck it up and tell him he wasn’t with me.
I love college life I do, but sometimes it’s like living in a complete different sheltered world. I need to get out of here for a bit, I need to go home, my real home and just relax.