Here I am waiting for my best friend, Sica, my roommate who happened to be out in some club with her boyfriend (or fling? I don't know... but I do know he's the fourth guy this month) dancing the night away. If I didn't care so much about her I would've gone to sleep hours ago. Yes, I care; I goddamn care for her. Not just as her best friend but as something else. There, I said it; my drinking must be starting to go to my head. Ah, my glass is empty again, better refill it. Bottle's more than half empty; I guess I should've bought another one.