I'm so glad I wasn't drinking tonight, else I think I might have hurt my friend.
She gave me nothing but hassle when I told her I was ill, so I decided to head out just for a drink for an easy life (as the pub is only 2 mins from my flat).
I got there and she spent the whole evening trying to pick fights with me (which I managed to swallow my pride on and let pass). I was still feeling ill and she kept saying I was being a twat as I wasn't being lively (next time I'll bring my clown suit and a few pies
It's moments like this where I'm glad I'm going away for a bit, as I know this is going to sound really cuntish, but some so called friends are just making my tits hurt, and I need to get away from them for a bit.