I really wish I were a mean person. But unfortunatly I have a hard time being mean. I hate confrontation and I'm always the first one to say I'm sorry because I hate when people are mad at me.This whole topic has risen because of Jessica. I had told her that I was probably going to break up with Jeremy on Thursday and she said that would be great and then we would go out afterwords and then she would highlight my hair. I called her on Thursday night all upset and sobbing and you know what she tells me "Go to sleep and you'll feel better in the morning." Easy enough for her to say. I couldn't sleep what I needed was someone to be there for me. You know who comforted me, Carmen aka the innocent hooch of a sister. The one who 99% of the time I can't stand. So being that Jessica is my "best friend" when do you think that she would call to see how I was doing? If it were me I'd have called on Friday. But she decided to call me yesterday, Sunday. And she didn't even ask me about how I was taking it. She asked me how my easter was which she knew that I wasn't doing anything. It pretty much served as a jumping off point so she could complain about hers. Because awwww James her chihua obsessed boyfriend of ten months is sick and needs to be babied. I'm so sick of hearing about James. The guy drives me insane. Everytime I gain an ounce of respect for him he does something stupid. So then I casually mentioned the fact that she ditched me on Thursday and she said that was because James was in a bad mood so they just went back to his place. I feel so betrayed. Erin on the other hand was quick to ask on Friday, bought me a Schmirnoff and has been supportive every day since even asking how working with him went. That's what real friends do.