Teenage drama.

What with the treachery and vicious backstabbing that I suppose is the trademark of all girl relationships, although I have to admit I never expected it from my friends after all the "I owe you my firstborn," "You'll be my bridesmaids," "I'm hooking up my kid with your kid" and "Friends forever" rituals we went through, I've possibly had, if not the worst, then the second-worst experience of my existence.

Although I have to remain on civil terms with them because, well, they're my ride home for weekends, I've just been ditched by the crowd. I've spent the greatest part of the last two years with them, and now because I happen to live across campus, I am ignored and utterly useless.

No one eats lunch with me, no one eats dinner with me, no one bothers to call me or even email me to ask me to have lunch with the other three, no one bothers to notice me when the club outing that was supposed to be my late birthday party is scheduled and takes place without my knowledge or my presence; when I happen to stumble upon them at lunch, someone always has to go to class and the other one suddenly remembers she has homework; the couple would rather spend all of their time together than acknowledge my existence; shopping trips happen without me; no one asks me to be part of a project, just because I live on the opposite side of campus and they'd rather die than have to walk the distance even though god knows how many times I've done the trek to have lunch with them when they felt like calling me at five minutes' notice. I don't know what I did to make this happen, I don't even know if I even did anything, all I know is that I suddenly lost three of the five people I spent the better part of the last two years with, and the other two aren't far behind just because of distance.

To look on the bright side of it, I guess that I can now live the actual college experience and meet new people, not that any of the others have met more than three people apiece because they spend all of their time together.

My guess is that I'll regret saying this in a couple days, although chances are that I won't, and I needed to blow off steam, and I've noticed that there were a lot of strange things happening lately, and maybe we're just naturally drifting apart, or maybe they had a secret meeting at some point and decided to kick me out because there's this new girl that they spend all of their time with and no I'm absolutely not jealous but I can't stand her and I'm sure she is a wonderful person but I am absolutely not jealous that she is stealing them away from me and she probably has no idea of what is happening but it's all her fault anyway and I am just whining like a stupid, miserable sop.

I had to gripe. I had to blow off the steam. If I let it fester like I've let fester many wounds before, it will turn messy and make me all sour and scrunched up and vicious and evil. I don't want that. I'd rather have complete strangers shake their heads and pity my utter and complete shallowness than never have friends again.

I'll push the arrow in deeper and end this in typical teenage fashion: "Whatever."