May 03, 2005 12:20
you know what? its your call.
when you want to see me, you call me.
when you want to have something to do with me, you talk to me.
im done trying to be your friend.
your best friend.
im done sitting back and always doing shit for you.
you may not realize it but i do a lot.
we were fucking attached at the hips.
i talk about all this drug shit cause im trying to make you fuckin realize how stupid it is.
you talk about how youre more mature then everyone, which in a sense you are, but youre acting fuckin childish by sitting back, and smoking weed.
its going to do nothing to help the problems you have.
its going to do nothing for you when you need a real friend there for you.
weeds not going to pass school for you.
weeds not going to get you out of trouble with your parents.
weeds not going to help you drive 120 all the way on the couch tour.
i love you, and i just want you to take care of yourself.
i hate sitting back and just watching what youre doing.
i cant see you all the time now to be you "big" sister and make sure what you do is right.
i dont want my last 4 months here to be spent without you.
and i want you to be here for me when i come back.
i love you T.M.A. and you know that.
no matter what we go through.
no matter what happens.
you just IMd me, im sure it says something fucked up and im going to want to erase everything i just wrote.
but ill just update before i look at the IM.