That was a bad night

So last night I gone having a party for the fourth year of the site of a group of friends of mine (and me too). Unfortunately in the group there’s also someone who used to be my best friend, but now I cannot see him without having an impellent need to punch him straight in the face.

Yes, there is also a problem of girls, or rather girl, in the reasons that cause this disruptive relationship between me and this ex-friend, but it’s not just that, and last night I reached my apex of my toleration.

The result is that last night was way worse than it could have been if there wasn’t that particular person around, and way better than it was doomed to be if it wasn’t for another friend of mine, that allowed me to go away before the end of the night itself.