Crying in the rain.

I felt a little better today, more upbeat and cheerful than I've felt for days. Me and Pete decided we'd go to the pub tonight, cos we haven't seen eachother since monday. Work was ok, kinda average, and yet again, when I left the shop, I had to wait for ages for the bus. Was only half an hour, but it began to chip away at my good humour. Pete texted me to say that he couldn't make it tonight, because he was seeing his brother instead, and that was the final straw. I had really been looking forward to going out, and I got stupidly upset about the fact that he couldn't come. I just couldn't stop the tears springing to my eyes. I felt crap, like I was second best, and so tired and miserable all of a sudden.
When I got home I found out that one of the guinea pigs has had a baby, but I'll tell you about that later, Pete just texted me to say he'll meet me in the pub after all. Makes me feel a little better, but I'm not going to shake off the black cloud that easily. Roll on next wednesday...