I wish I wasn't irrational

Turns out yesterday went a lot better than I worried about. I don't know why I worried about it so much, it really wasn't worth losing sleep over.

Allow me to fill you in on what happened.

So I headed over to Bestie's house armed with a bottle of white wine and some lemonade. I hid myself in some trousers that are far too big but super comfy, an over sized tee and a denim shirt. I was the first one there, which was comforting as I wanted to talk to my Bestie about what had happened Monday night. Plus I don't like walking into a room full of people because then it feels like everyone is looking at you and passing judgement. For some reason I don't feel like this happens when its the other way around. So any way, I sat down with Bestie and opened up about how I felt about what Competition said in her drunk stupor. Bestie agreed with me, told me that she felt a bit funny about it too, but she comforted me in saying that she tends to exaggerates when she's drunk.

We then waited for the others to arrive. They were all about 20 minutes late, but they all showed up together.Competition came in first, complaining about her terrible hangover on Tuesday, followed by Little Miss China Doll, named because of her petite and doll like features, and Little Miss Everything, named because she has EVERYTHING that a girl would want; amazing hair, gorgeous body, awesome clothes and an ability to bake pies and cake which goes fantastically with her high metabolism which allows her to eat what she wants and still look amazing. I spent my secondary school years with these girls, and even though we've kinda drifted apart over the years due to differences in unis and changes in interest, when I'm with them I feel like I'm 14 again. We discussed all the things we used to talk about; boys, sex, music, etc. Everything even bakes us cakes with our initials on them. They were lovely.

At 11pm the Boyfriend walked me home (as Bestie had to be up early). Although no-one had mentioned my weight or anything, I still felt pretty crap about myself, although I blame the ridiculous amount of pizza I consumed for that.

So all in all it was a good night. I'm currently not feeling very well though. A couple of weeks ago I was in hospital because the lining of my stomach was corroding, I left fine, but now I'm getting the awful feeling back. I'm hoping it's just because of the pizza last night and nothing more, but knowing my luck I'll be back in hospital before you know it.