Random thing my brain recently remembered.

When I was year 9 (I think) my mum finally gave in to my continuous nagging to drive me down to where we used to live in Norfolk. By this point I'd managed to get back in contact with my old best friend from there, we'd spoken a few times on msn and whilst I knew she had changed a lot, I don't think it occurred to me just how much.

I went to her house first when we got into the barracks, feeling rather proud because I was surprising her (it wasn't actually my plan, but I hadn't seen her online for a while). Her mum came to the door and she didn't actually recognise me at first. She told me she was at someone else's house. A girl we used to know but didn't really talk to in the barracks. But it didn't bother me. Though part of me didn't like the idea of sharing her on this one day I had with her.

When I knocked on the door though there were two other girls with her, the second one was someone I remembered, I recall I didn't used to get on with her too well and so just avoided her.

My friend was certainly shocked. And I guess I have to accept that surprise-visiting her maybe wasn't the best idea.

Basically she turned me away, saying she was hanging out with her friends today. I think I stood there for ten minutes trying to convince her otherwise, but she wouldn't hear it. So there I was in the park I used to know with a whole day to myself. And no old best friend to spend it with. Yup, pretty much sucked a lot. Especially since I had wanted to catch up for real and try to remember the time before the “event”.

After a while though it stopped hurting and now when I look back I'm just mad. Mad that she decided to spend that day with someone she could see any other day. When she could've chosen to spend it with someone who used to be her best friend.

I ended up wondering round the barracks for a while before finding mum. We tried another old friend who lived outside the barracks, but she was about to go out with friends and also turned me down. Maybe I shouldn't have expected them to just change plans, but I was beginning to feel ignored and forgotten. All I know is that when we got home I felt like complete and utter s***.

I'm glad I can never get in touch with Robet or Mikey, god forbid what would happen there.

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All names used be fake here. and yes, these are my real memories, judge me kindly.

I might throw in lyrics i haven't been brave enough to post with the others here by the way.

Wonder if i should add old dairy rants?

Actually wrote a description of the experience for the first time, but I won't post it cause no one really wants to read it I'd imagine xD But it helped, writing about it, weird o.O

updated Jan 30 by Cat_Monty