Ever had one of those nights where you wish you could rewind and do it over and change a lot of things? Last night I got too drunk, got too sensitive and got too crazy. I have no right to be upset he tells me…little does he know how much I wish I were a girl he wanted; but I’m not. I’m just the chubby friend who does everything for these people and I can’t help but feel used. Are these people my friends or am I just a convenient asset?