Forever, but not quite enough
So I got this email a few days ago, from livejournal. It was telling me that I had a reply to a post that I did a long, long time ago. In it was a few words of "wisdom" from someone who hasn't spoken to me in months. Why would someone talk to me now, after months of silence, and tell me how to live my life? Perhaps that person is feeling guilty about the respect they lacked in past relationships. Perhaps I am wrong in my own life, but isn't that for me to determine? Then it hit me, it has nothing to do with me. It's just another way of reminding me that nothing I do will ever satisfy all of the lives that I have crossed paths with. Which leads me to this: if you don't like the things I do, or have done in the past, and feel the need to complain about it, don't bother. I don't care what your opinion is anymore. I didn't care in high school, and I graduated from there five years ago, so why would I care now? Keep your mutinous thoughts to yourself, and worry about your own destiny. Thanks for not speaking to me after months of silence anyway.
By the way, if you choose to try and rekindle any friendship you once had and have lost, it would be best not to throw accusations around with it. I have my life, and you have yours, deal with it.
By the way, if you choose to try and rekindle any friendship you once had and have lost, it would be best not to throw accusations around with it. I have my life, and you have yours, deal with it.