I stood in the hot water, crying. I don't know what the hell is going on, but it has something to do with Kim. I was definatly sick of that bitch. I hated her with every fiber of my being. I only wished Eric would talk to me.<br/>I got out and turned the water off, wrapping myself in a towel. I got dressed in fluffy pajama pants and a long sweatshirt.<br/>I went over to my purse and got my phone out of it. I called Natalie, asking if I could go over for a while. She said yes and came to pick me up. I put on my flipflops, then wrote a note to Eric, telling him where I would be and locked the door behind me. I really needed to vent. I ran down the stairs and opened the door, right as she pulled up. I got into her car, and stayed silent as she drove.<br/>By the time we reached her house, I was brimming with frustation and sadness. I sighed, pushing open the car door and getting out. I ran out of the cold, into the warmness of her house. I didn't even pause to wait for Nat or greet anybody, just running up the stairs to her room.<br/>I felt tears brimming my eyes, and just made it to the bed, collapsing on it in tears.