Having Friends is Hard.

Not that I am complaining, but here is the thing about having some friends...

You go places with them. Which means you spend lots of money buying food, because you go and hang out at restaurants or wherever else is open late into the night.

You come home late and you come home tired, but you MUST post the pictures of you and said friends on your facebook page so you can anxiously await the 20 comments that are bound to appear within the next hour or two, all saying "oh hahaha look at my face."

You come home late and you come home tired and you post you photos on facebook but then you still don't want to go to bed.

So you attempt to amuse yourself by stalking people on facebook and tumblr, listening to music, and finally just feeling the need to blog angsty things because the tiredness is getting the best of you and you break your "I am so intense, I have no emotions" shell thing you've been working with for the past 20 years, and here you are, alone on the sofa at 2:25 in the morning, being your young adult "life is oh so hard" self.

This, my lovely (and plentiful) blog followers, is the plight of having friends.

Or maybe it is simply the plight of being a girl.

Or the plight of being sleep deprived.

I'm not really sure.

-Lauren