It's my birthday today (Sunday). On Thursday, my flatmate threw a party at which my other flatmates ate my cake, even though I asked if they would save it. The girl who bought it didn't bother, because I made plans with a different friend for that Thursday before she told me. So now everyone is gone today, I have no plans, no cake, and no friends to spend it with. So I'm going to town on my own, dangit. I'm going to dye my hair and have a cupcake and have a grand time writing at my favorite coffeeshop. Or at Waterstones, amongst the books. Because screw it. Because I'm only here until June. Because two fantastic friends made it better even though they aren't here with me. Because I haven't had fun unless I'm spending time with the one friend here who I think genuinely enjoys spending time with me.
So screw them. I'm not getting any younger, obviously, and I don't need to waste my time on them. And I feel really good for finally saying it.