Seeking Friend
Well, it's finally coming up to it, and I just can't run away from it anymore. 1.5 weeks left before I'm shipped off to Frenchland. At first, I was really sad, sad about leaving my friends, my family, Jeff most of all. Now I'm just sad 'cause there's no one to miss. Only Jeff, he's the only one that cares about this.
These people that I've spent my last few years with, these people that have become a second family to me, are so surreal, so fake. Two faced, backstabbing, and in the end I realized none of them really care. What does it matter to them that I'm leaving?
I don't even want to count how many days I have left. I haven't been able to look at a calendar in the last month. I just know that whatever time I have left, I want to spend with the only person that gives a flying fuck about me.
These people that I've spent my last few years with, these people that have become a second family to me, are so surreal, so fake. Two faced, backstabbing, and in the end I realized none of them really care. What does it matter to them that I'm leaving?
I don't even want to count how many days I have left. I haven't been able to look at a calendar in the last month. I just know that whatever time I have left, I want to spend with the only person that gives a flying fuck about me.