wage slaves........
whats up live journal world? oh shit. i havent written in this thing in almost a year. with good reason. life is a lot different then it used to be. everything from the people i hang out with, to the way i think is pretty much completeley different. i dont really rely on people anymore like i used to. i figured if people are good enough to just toss me out of their lives i dont need anyone but myself, and my guitar. im starting to feel like no one is worth letting into my heart or just my life as a permanent fixture. i guess i am just one of those people who is easy to judge based on the amount of pot he smokes. or the amound of fun he likes to have. i guess that makes me terrible or something. this is a shoutout to some of my old friends. actually, ill just say it. nick roels and danny b, you both disgust me. ill tell you why. danny, i was friends with you for how long buddy. a pretty long time right? how tight were we? pretty long time. you ALWAYS got on my ass about everything i did. you always got on my ass about how i spend too much time with my girlfriend. how i do this. how i do that. now you dont talk to me because you think im a drug addict because i smoke pot. you got me into smoking. you were the first person i ever did it with. now you dont talk to me anymore because i still smoke it. you never complained about it when you would go camping with your brother and get all fucked up and shit. it was sooo cool back then, buddy. but now you wont even give someone the time of day for something you got them into. what else doesnt make sense it that you always gave me so much shit for being with jessica all the time. now look at you. youre probably more tied down then i have ever been, pal. looks like you need to examine yourself a little bit. youre not above everyone like you think. or whatever goes on in your head. i dont know. fuck it youre a lost cause basically. nick, youre basically the samething as danny minus the being a dickhead part. how are you gonna stop talking to people because they smoke a plant that comes out of the ground? but yet you like to go back and chug a couple brews. beer is as much of a drug as pot is. think about it. you hear about a lot more drunk driving accidents then you do accidents because of someone smoking pot. you hear of a lot more alchoholics then people letting pot ruin their lives. infact i dont know one stoner who is over 30 who has let pot ruin their life. it just doesnt happen. so whatever. youre fucked. oh yeah, there is one more person. jessica, yesterday i found your picture in my wallet. its been there since september 23rd.
i have so many questions about you its crazy. i still wonder about you pretty much everyday. i pretty much figured out why you broke my heart. but i still feel used. you played off of my emotions for a year, then spit me right back out. its taken me nearly a whole year to fall out of love with you. and ill probably never be completeley out of it. i will probably never get rid of your clothes, christmas gifts, notes, anything you gave me in that year. i will keep all of it in the box you gave me. you probably dont remember but you made me a box to put all of the stuff you gave me in it. ive considered burning it, but i wont and never will because i want to keep all of that shit as memories for the rest of my life. you did fuck me over and hurt me really bad and never really stopped doing it. you make a lot of mistakes. basically i think youre a fuck up. but its sad because i feel bad for you. in a way i guess i am still here for you. but youre out of my life fully. i havent talked to you in months. i dont even know if youre alive. well whatever. i basically totalled my taurus the other day im lucky to be alive. ha, this is way too long now so im done. peace livejournal.
i have so many questions about you its crazy. i still wonder about you pretty much everyday. i pretty much figured out why you broke my heart. but i still feel used. you played off of my emotions for a year, then spit me right back out. its taken me nearly a whole year to fall out of love with you. and ill probably never be completeley out of it. i will probably never get rid of your clothes, christmas gifts, notes, anything you gave me in that year. i will keep all of it in the box you gave me. you probably dont remember but you made me a box to put all of the stuff you gave me in it. ive considered burning it, but i wont and never will because i want to keep all of that shit as memories for the rest of my life. you did fuck me over and hurt me really bad and never really stopped doing it. you make a lot of mistakes. basically i think youre a fuck up. but its sad because i feel bad for you. in a way i guess i am still here for you. but youre out of my life fully. i havent talked to you in months. i dont even know if youre alive. well whatever. i basically totalled my taurus the other day im lucky to be alive. ha, this is way too long now so im done. peace livejournal.