I'm so much more depressed than you

I went out for dinner with Cassie and Stella the other night. You have just gotta love the self pitying girlie gossip right? We took it in turns to discuss why we were more depressed than each other. Girls night out! 

Okay so I'm like so depressed

My parents don't love me

The waitress comes over with our non-alcoholic drinks, lemon lime and bitters! (I added the '!' cause that sentence just wasn't lame enough)

Well, my parents don't trust me

Yeah but at least they love you

Oops I spilt my drink

The boys that I like either doesn't like me back or are celebrities that don't know I exist, and the boys that do like me are disgusting.

I'm too scared to go out on a date with someone that I actually like, relatively

The boy that I like already has a girlfriend and she looks like shes so much fucking fun

We're fun

To us we are, to everyone else were bitches and satanic witches

Yeah the whole Mulgrave group did think I was a witch

Yeah, maybe you should stop wearing that pentagram

...

...

I'm really depressed

I just don't know why he doesn't love me but he should because I love him and I want-  *incoherent babbling*

My getting over him in one day plan lasted- well it didnt work in a day, lets just say that

My life sucks because the guy that I like could possibly gay and is oblivious to the fact that I like him

Yeah but you can fix that!

I can... but I'm still depressed

You have no reason to be

But I'm always depressed

Oh my god they have cannaloni here?

Fuck. Why didn't we get that?

Okay so what kind of guy do we like?

Um, big noses

Yes

Yes

You like weird looking guys

Shut up

I like them skinny but not too skinny, they cant look like my thirteen year old brother

I like good, toned boys

I'm a big fan of the arms

Agreed

Is that my ring?

...no

That's my toe ring

... ew have you worn it?

silence because we're laughing so hard

See, we're fun

So we're fun because she wore your toe ring?

...

Can I just say? Speaking from the great amount of experience that I have, Louis' not that good in bed.

I know. I could have told you that. Deal or No Deal doesn't go for very long.

Our pizza finally arrives and we sit, eating and staring at the hot waiter, looking like a pathetic rip off of a scene from Daria.