so we still play games
About a month ago I received a call from an old friend. That same day me and my gf had ran into said person. The phone call consisted of a rather pointless question. So that was the first time I had heard from them in a long time, and it kinda irked me. So, nothing after that. After browsing through my cd collection and noticing a rather significant cd was missing, conincidentally I receive a call from this person who had some sentimental attachment to it...nothing, just people talking in the background. I hang up, they call again, nothing. I would love to say that I am truly not bothered, however it is not something I can so easily escape. Every fucking day of my life I have to think about this "friend", and every fucking day I don't know what I really feel. I'm glad you found a hobby, I'm glad you're amused.