So Alice comes to me at work, and gets me out to smoke so we can talk. About what, I wonder, figuring I'm not going to like it.
(*sigh*) Sometimes, I hate being right.
She has decided, due to factors which I don't feel like going into detail about right now (too much typing), that she cannot take it, and is moving out as of this weekend, with someone I don't know, and doesn't want this to affect our friendship.
What friendship? She hasn't been HOME in a week and a half, and when I do see her, she's distant. And she goes and does shit like this, at times when it is the hardest to handle it, without even any real warning. She's not even going to be giving me her part of the rent for a couple weeks.
Whatever. I have enough to think about right now, without dealing with 'friends' who are only there for you when it's convienent and they don't have other plans. True colors always shine through.