day dreamin' phases, time goes by. that's what happens when you get high.
I feel like I have no one to talk to, anything I say these days gets
fucked up and twisted around all ass backwards; and now I have to put
up with this high school melodrama bullshit that I've never cared for.
And it bothers me, and it bothers me that it bothers me. I can't find
the words to express how frustrating this is. Even if I could it's not
like I'd be able to make the slightest peep about it. Any ears seem to
be connected to a mouth with poor discretion and by the time it
reaches that point it's been re-arranged to something else. It's
sickening.
Especially if your name is George. Because this is in response to your post.
1. Had I any clue what you were talking about at Kevin and Whitney's, I would have asked you to discuss that with me at another time. Seeing as I had no clue, I simply told you I had no clue.
2. No, you shouldn't worry about me spreading lies and rumors and telling your secrets. That's not my thing. Andrew will be the last person I lie to; and aside from the occasional rolling of my eyes or something silent like that; I'm not gonna complain about my ex boyfriend to my current boyfriend. That doesn't make a lot of sense in my book.
3. Love's a tricky thing. Would you ever say shit about someone you love? Yes, if you were irritated with them at the time. You don't necessarily have to mean it. I don't know if you ever loved me. It's clear you don't love me now. All I can say is that I did love you. Take it or leave it.
4. One is rarely ever sure of what they're getting themselves into. That'd take the fun out of everything. It honestly hurts to read that you couldn't care less if I "start banging coke and everyone I get it from." Because seriously, if you ended up that way I'd care. Just because I don't love you any longer doesn't mean I don't care about you. Had I spit out any lies I'd agree, your true friends wouldn't believe them. It's up to you to decide whether or not Andrew is your true friend because he's dating me, now. I think he is. After all, he did talk to you about it before he asked me out and you gave him the green light so he went--from what I understand.He didn't have to do that. I can admit to being one of the ones that wish you'd "shut the fuck up and stop being emo..." that is, if you even still consider me a friend. Which brings me to my next point- I barely speak a word to you BECAUSE this stupid shit has been going down and I'd rather not duke it out in a social setting. If you honestly think ignoring my existence will help you, good luck and more power to you. In all honesty I just want you to be happy. But I'm not going to compromise my own happiness for yours.
I don't think I have anything else to say.
I have REAL shit to worry about these days... such as not being able to get from point a to point b; not being able to pay my bills even when I work between 36 and 40 hours a week, not having any health/dental/etc insurance, trying to save money so I can go back to school in the fall AND all of the family conflicts I won't even begin to get into... this kind of teenagery shit just pisses me off and gives me diarrhea. And I can't go to work until my immodium kicks in.
Especially if your name is George. Because this is in response to your post.
1. Had I any clue what you were talking about at Kevin and Whitney's, I would have asked you to discuss that with me at another time. Seeing as I had no clue, I simply told you I had no clue.
2. No, you shouldn't worry about me spreading lies and rumors and telling your secrets. That's not my thing. Andrew will be the last person I lie to; and aside from the occasional rolling of my eyes or something silent like that; I'm not gonna complain about my ex boyfriend to my current boyfriend. That doesn't make a lot of sense in my book.
3. Love's a tricky thing. Would you ever say shit about someone you love? Yes, if you were irritated with them at the time. You don't necessarily have to mean it. I don't know if you ever loved me. It's clear you don't love me now. All I can say is that I did love you. Take it or leave it.
4. One is rarely ever sure of what they're getting themselves into. That'd take the fun out of everything. It honestly hurts to read that you couldn't care less if I "start banging coke and everyone I get it from." Because seriously, if you ended up that way I'd care. Just because I don't love you any longer doesn't mean I don't care about you. Had I spit out any lies I'd agree, your true friends wouldn't believe them. It's up to you to decide whether or not Andrew is your true friend because he's dating me, now. I think he is. After all, he did talk to you about it before he asked me out and you gave him the green light so he went--from what I understand.He didn't have to do that. I can admit to being one of the ones that wish you'd "shut the fuck up and stop being emo..." that is, if you even still consider me a friend. Which brings me to my next point- I barely speak a word to you BECAUSE this stupid shit has been going down and I'd rather not duke it out in a social setting. If you honestly think ignoring my existence will help you, good luck and more power to you. In all honesty I just want you to be happy. But I'm not going to compromise my own happiness for yours.
I don't think I have anything else to say.
I have REAL shit to worry about these days... such as not being able to get from point a to point b; not being able to pay my bills even when I work between 36 and 40 hours a week, not having any health/dental/etc insurance, trying to save money so I can go back to school in the fall AND all of the family conflicts I won't even begin to get into... this kind of teenagery shit just pisses me off and gives me diarrhea. And I can't go to work until my immodium kicks in.