Thanksgiving
To all my friends on livejournal,
What the fuck! What happened to Gilmore Girls! What happened to Thanksgiving! What happened to talking to each other when you fuck up? What happened to letting somethings go because you're friends? No, not friends, closer than friends at least in my eyes. What happened to doing something you don't like for someone else because you know it makes them feel good? What happened to personal responsibility and being an adult and not fucking up your life because it feels good? You told me when we moved apart that we might be far away from each other physically but we'd still be close. But if that's true why can't you pick up the phone? Why can't you tell me what's wrong? Why can't you have the decency to tell me you're not coming over when I expect you? Or at least pick up your phone when I call to tell me your not coming. It's not even the rudeness of not calling to tell me your not coming, it's the fact that you can't even tell me the real reason, and you can't even work out your individual personal shit to come spend time with me. You need to do dishes (you have a dishwasher it takes 15 minutes), you need to take a shower, you're afraid of Nukes in Pocket. It's all bullshit and it's blowing me off. Do it long enough and I'll be the one who does it to you. So here's a tip: talk about it! Be as brave as I am in sending this to you. Don't dance around the issue, grow some balls and talk about what is wrong. Communicate and compromise because there is no other way. I'm writing this as a response to your earlier posts because I think it's the only way to get either one of you to notice me. Thanksgiving is tomorrow noon- 6 pm.
Niki
What the fuck! What happened to Gilmore Girls! What happened to Thanksgiving! What happened to talking to each other when you fuck up? What happened to letting somethings go because you're friends? No, not friends, closer than friends at least in my eyes. What happened to doing something you don't like for someone else because you know it makes them feel good? What happened to personal responsibility and being an adult and not fucking up your life because it feels good? You told me when we moved apart that we might be far away from each other physically but we'd still be close. But if that's true why can't you pick up the phone? Why can't you tell me what's wrong? Why can't you have the decency to tell me you're not coming over when I expect you? Or at least pick up your phone when I call to tell me your not coming. It's not even the rudeness of not calling to tell me your not coming, it's the fact that you can't even tell me the real reason, and you can't even work out your individual personal shit to come spend time with me. You need to do dishes (you have a dishwasher it takes 15 minutes), you need to take a shower, you're afraid of Nukes in Pocket. It's all bullshit and it's blowing me off. Do it long enough and I'll be the one who does it to you. So here's a tip: talk about it! Be as brave as I am in sending this to you. Don't dance around the issue, grow some balls and talk about what is wrong. Communicate and compromise because there is no other way. I'm writing this as a response to your earlier posts because I think it's the only way to get either one of you to notice me. Thanksgiving is tomorrow noon- 6 pm.
Niki