Originally Posted by james44754

*Sighs*
Today rounds in about no. 8 in the 10 worst days of my life.......
Me and my friends had organised a cycle trip to Kilsyth and were meeting at Gordon's(one of the friends) house. Me and Allan(Another one) stay close to each other so he came in for me and we went up for Smouty(another). So we went to Gordon's and made our way to Stewart's (He knew the way). On the way Chris(another) was ran over, it was rather stressful but he's okay now. So while he was taken to hospital me and the others went. Stewart wasn't in so we decided to mess about in condorrat. We sat by the luggie and spoke about dogs and geese and T in the park when we are 16, it was actually quite pleasant. Then we went to the rugby fields and (attempted) to play Blue Murder but Allan's bike was stolen by some neds. We chased them and got it back. But it sucked nonetheless. Then Gordon proposed a game of Bulldog and they all made me go het. It pisses me off that they always do this, Just because they know I wont do anything. So I played and caught Gordon fair and square. He protested and I got pissed and refused so he said "fine I'll go het and you run". He made a feable attempt at a tackle and I got passed the line. He still preceded to tackle me, even though I made it. So we have a huge argument he threatens to beat me up multiple times and then told me to leave. So me now crying(I hate my wimpiness) heads home on my bike, Allan and Smouty come with me but there is a large amount of awkward silence. So yes basically all my friends hate me.