2:04am

Not a text.
Not a call.
Not even one?

Did they plan it?

They had to have planned it. How does everyone forget about me?

They don't like me any more. I guess I'm no fun to be around any more because I get aggressive.

I tried to let people in.

I tried, and now I am at work, and no one gave enough of a damn to ensure that the person responsible for their free drinks, free food and grand ole time, was ok.

F*ck them all. One big bonfire with many bodies.