it's over.
i just want you to know that your poetry doesn't fool me. you're so fucked up and i'm so done being fucked up over you. you're the most horrible excuse for a "friend" i've ever met and probably the worst person in general. you care about no one but yourself. you scream for attention constantly and freak out when you get it. i'm sure your mother is up some nights crying about how she can't do anything to help you and you don't care. you make excuse after excuse for your behaviour but never do anything to change it. rather, you let people ship you off all over the united states hoping that some kind of fake-happy-fucked-up solution will fall in your lap. grow up or get out because you're too old and your story is too worn out.
on a much lighter note, the reckless christmas party is tomorrow night and i'm going home in ten days. i need to see friends. hollie, melissa, dennis, ashlee, erica, tony, sean, greg... all of you. seriously. well, not all of you have livejournal so that was silly. let's go to a movie, or sledding, or even just hang out somewhere and have drinks. seriously.
on a much lighter note, the reckless christmas party is tomorrow night and i'm going home in ten days. i need to see friends. hollie, melissa, dennis, ashlee, erica, tony, sean, greg... all of you. seriously. well, not all of you have livejournal so that was silly. let's go to a movie, or sledding, or even just hang out somewhere and have drinks. seriously.