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I don't actually have that much to write about, but I feel like I need to write.
I would like to say that I'm fed up of my friends forgetting about me. I know they think I probably forget about them because of John, but I still keep in contact. When a friend tells you they'll let you know if they're busy on a day when you're home from uni, but then completely forget to text/call you and you see them on a night out with another friend, it leaves you feeling a little unloved. It also annoys you that you'll go out of your way to see your friends when they ask you to see them, but they don't seem to bother seeing you. I'm starting (well, actually I started a long while ago) to get fed up of it. I don't see why I should have to chase everyone, why I should be the one that always remembers. However, as soon as I don't remember something people start to give me the cold shoulder and won't talk to me. I know I'm biased, but I think that's a little unfair. I know friends can be like this, but all the time? I'm always being let down, but I don't think that they realise how much. I put up such a "I don't care. Whatever" front that they think it's ok to just forget about me. Well, it's not. I do care, especially when you're supposed to be my friends. I go out on a limb and stuff and I'm just not appreciated. Not all my friends are like it at once, but they've all done it to me in the past, even if they haven't realised it. I feel like an forgotten, lonely doormat. If that's even a way to feel.

Other than that, I'm quite happy. My brother is coming home a in a week and it's my dad's 60th birthday on the 31st, which means a party on the 28th. I'm not arsed about most of the people that go, but I get to see my boyfriend, mum, dad, brother and grandma and that's all I care about.  (Maria, you're included as seeing Joe). I have a couple of essays that need doing and I'll crack on with them this weekend. One is due a week on Tuesday and the other a week on Friday. Loads of time. I hope.

Anyway, like I said, I just felt the need to write something. I've already ranted to my mum and John about the friend situation but sometimes it's nice to see it written down. Again, why I wanted to keep a diary. Then I can write it as the feelings emerge from me. I'm up at 8, so I best get going.