Meetup.Com

I have been in my bed the entire weekend. If that isn’t depressing, I don’t know what else is. I feel like Peter from the movie Forgetting Sarah Marshall. I haven’t showered since Friday and I ran out of alcohol. Hot mess times 2.

It’s weird when you go from spending your days doting after your man and his daughter, to being completely alone with nothing to do. It feels unnatural to me. I feel completely out of place. This is what losing your family must feel like – a sense of mourning and loss.

My cousin called me today. She was like, "I had this weird dream something was wrong with you." Whatever. I don’t trust her. She’s one of those people who secretly hopes shit goes wrong. It’s a jealousy thing.

I actually did have plans this weekend. Bestie and I were supposed to go swimming Saturday morning. She never even called me, even though we talked about it on Friday. I didn’t bother calling her either. I figured if she wanted to hang out she would have said something. It hurts that she’s so inconsiderate especially when she was in my shoes not too long ago. I made it a point to check on her and to even pick her up out of bed so she wasn’t alone. But whatever. She’s leaving to San Diego for a week’s vacation tomorrow. Why deal with a brokenhearted best friend when you’re about to go on vacation, right? I get it.

I’ve been looking for things to do… I need to find more single friends. I joined ‘Meetup.com.’ It’s a site for people that want to do things, meet friends, go on adventures, etc. There’s all kinds of different groups you can join. I joined one called "Phoenix Young Professionals" and another called "Single Girls Group." I hope I can meet some fun people to hangout with.

All I know is I can’t have anymore weekends like this.