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So, someone reminded me that some of my "close" friends do actually read this thing. I guess I forget that just because people aren't commenting or mentioning things to me doesn't mean that they don't read this. I am putting it out there for anyone to see. I actually considered going back and making some of my more personal entries "Friends Only", specifically the ones this past summer about Alex and how bad he broke me. Because apparently, instead of asking me if I was doing ok, or seeing if there was anything anyone could do to pull me out of the miserable rut I was in, reassuring me that he was a jerk and that I could do better and that I'm actually worth something and if he couldn't see that it was his loss, everyone was just laughing about how pathetic I sounded. That's cool. That's really awesome. I'm leaving them public because you know what? That was a part of me. That was something I dealt with, and I don't need to hide it. I can't be tough all the time. I'm not always gonna stand strong. And anyone who's going to laugh at their friend's struggles can fuck right off.
I guess I'm learning who my friends are and who I really need and want in my life. There are people I miss, but they apparently don't miss me, and I'm tired of being the one to reach out. Some hatchets don't need to be buried. Some of them need to stay on display as a reminder of who's really gonna be on your side when you need it. There are a couple of people (I could count them on one hand) who stick with me through thick and thin, who don't make me feel shitty about myself or my life or the choices I've made, no matter how good or bad they've been. To all the rest:
We don’t live that way down here,
those bonds have formed throughout the years
of the worst times, never the best.
So long, and thanks for all the fish.
I guess I'm learning who my friends are and who I really need and want in my life. There are people I miss, but they apparently don't miss me, and I'm tired of being the one to reach out. Some hatchets don't need to be buried. Some of them need to stay on display as a reminder of who's really gonna be on your side when you need it. There are a couple of people (I could count them on one hand) who stick with me through thick and thin, who don't make me feel shitty about myself or my life or the choices I've made, no matter how good or bad they've been. To all the rest:
We don’t live that way down here,
those bonds have formed throughout the years
of the worst times, never the best.
So long, and thanks for all the fish.