this, this is true...
so at this point in my life im realizing a lot, maybe too much about friends and how real "slash" fake my friendships are with people. it really is quite sad. i have one, solid, real friend and thats about it. not that i devalue my other friends but i guess i just get the feeling that their friendship to me means soo much more than mine to them. i can easily go through and name each and every person im indirectly talking about but that would be really gay only because im too much of a pussy to actually call them out on it. what can i do? i force myself to hangout with certain people at certain times and it makes me kind of sick. veronica and i had another really good convo last night til like 4 in the morning. about everything. like literally. my future. her future. my past. and some of hers. family, friends, relatives, life expectations. even the concept and reality of heaven and hell. wow. we're so the best people alive. no. well, actually. yes. yes we are. anyway yeah. im started to sound extremely gay now so ill just end this here. but this, this is true. this, this is good. and i, i feel great.