that i realize arent really my friends.
a few of those being my "best" ones.
i am DONE calling you, texting you,
TRYING to hang out with you or hell,
even talk to you. why? because i its
hard fucking work! obviously im not
cool anymore or youre going through
something that you dont care to share
with me. we grow up. we move on.
i have been having some really great
times recently. i love my life. and i
just needed to get this out of my system
- apparently that involves blogging now-
but i know im a damn good friend and
i am done wasting energy on those who
think they can do better. the end.

for the last couple years i thought it
was just a love/hate relationship. & i
bitched this city but couldnt leave. but
ive come to realise that i do, really, hate you.

 

i am very happy in love.

and no one can take that
away from me. stop trying.

ive been real busy lately.
i miss a lot of my friends.
but i know theyre not
gone. ive realized that
i will always be stressed.
its a part of life. & it wont
keep me from being happy.

like the time you got me junior
mints at that empty theatre...

lots of cheap cherry kool-aid
in cheap old wine glasses...

watching movies in the chair
only two feet from the tv...

you couldnt ever see very well.