I'm not quite sure how to sum this all up without making it sound like some typical drama scenario that happens, but it .. isn't a rather typical situation. At least, not in my life. I never have drama really at all, and at that - girl drama. The only other time I've really ever, ever had a "girl drama" in my life was with my boyfriend's ex. Which by the way, was completely pointless and a waste of wonderful living life time. God that girl. She makes me sick. On to the more important part of this blog post since she is of no importance (bitter much?)... I feel betrayed. A friend I grew up playing violin with is the cause for these feelings. I mean, we were never really good friends, let alone great friends. We were friends. Stand partners. I am the type of person that trusts others easily, and that is my fault and no one else's. I leave my purse in my car, my ipod in my car in the open, yeah I can go on. Perhaps it's the small town life that makes me trust people more even in conversation. I confided in her, thinking I could trust her. I guess I didn't really think anything of what I was saying at the time, just because I felt so at ease with telling her, and didn't think of it as an issue. It didn't stay confidential. She, for some reason I'm not sure why, told her mom. I never thought that on top of telling everything to her mom and it traveling to my best friend's mom - yes, on top of all of this, she conspired a story so wrought and ridiculous, the story that traveled to my parents, they actually didn't believe it (and thank G!). Why? because they were there.
One might ask what the story was, and here it is: Remember the grad party I had in May? Well, she claims that at that party, there was supposed to be illegal activity (smoking substances) occurring, but didn't because the guy didn't "deliver" for all of us. UNbelieveable! By the way, this never happened. Anyway, that's what she told her mother, that my party was supposed to be filled with marijuana lovers and whatever else. The comical part about all of this, is that she wasn't even AT my graduation party! That's what is hysterical. Making such false accusations like she was there. I'm not sure what her ulterior motive was for this, because there obviously is one. All I know is, is that I don't deserve this. What did I ever do to her? Is it because I'm better at violin? It can't be that immature of a reason. I'm really glad my parents actually threw me the graduation party, and know that nothing of the sort happened. We're going to try and sort this all out in the morning, well, later morning haha. I can't seem to go to bed. I'm watchin' the 9th episode (Wheels) of Glee which is about to come to a close, and writing this frustrating blog post. I'm still in utter shock that she could do something like this. She has caused so much havoc; between my best friend's family, my family (for a short instant), and that's really it. What was the point? Does she feel better now after spreading such a heinous lie?
Michelle, my older sister thinks she did it because she felt the need to belittle other people to her mom (even if it's untrue) to make herself seem like such a goody two-shoes disturbed by such acts, which is the totally the persona she gives off. Even to me until now. Anyway, making herself seem like such a goody good, even though she's off skipping orchestra rehearsals and sneaking out at night to hang out with her boyfriend at 2 am.
It was really cool. My friends stood up for me in this situation, and so did my sister. When we were discussing with my parents what happened, my sister was right there next to me on the couch, standing up for me whenever she needed to. A true big sister. Other friends Haley & Chey texted me to see if I was okay. One of my best friends Keith actually sent a message to this mystery storytelling girl, but wasn't trashy- just straight forward. Thank you x 10 to them. It was comforting to know my friends are still looking out for me even if we don't talk everyday. <3 br="">
Goodnight everyone, I've had such a terrible evening. Let's see..best friend crying at my house because her mother's kindof a psycho (but we made cookies. there's a plus), boyfriend won't make time to converse with me when I needed to talk to someone most (he obviously couldn't tell the difference haha), and then the topper of the evening, story-making girl.
Ok, signing off.
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