So recently I had sort of like a birthday get together at my house.

I did the biggest thing that most people, the ones I know, wouldn't do. Mix their so called 'groups' of friends at a party.

I did just that. I mixed my best friends, with friend I've met in college and another friend I met through my sibling. And I was glad it went well because everyone got a long and that was what I wanted.

But I knew I should have seen the aftermath. I should have expected it and I did. And it HURTS.

I'm jealous and envy and very possessive when it comes to my friends. I don't like the fact that one of friends from Group A invited one of my best friends from Group B to something and I don't even know about it. I'm so pissed and possessive that I'm refusing to go watch friend from Group A's basket ball game on saturday.

I have to put on a good nice girl smile and pretend that it's all alright. To put on a winter girl mask because I know that if I confronted this person about the problem I was having, I know it will not end well.

For the first time, in a long time, FUG. FUG FUG FUG FUG. I fugging HATE you. Go to Hell and stay the Hell away from my friends. They're MY friends. MINE MINE MINE MINE.