Atten......wait
It has painfully come to my attention that i am a horrible person. and this is the only part of this where i will ask for anything from you. If you feel im wrong, feel free to write/call/talk whatever the fuck you wanna do, to attempt to convince me otherwise.
So, as I see it, nobody really NEEDS me but me. Without me, I would be nothing. I ask you, to ask yourself. How different would my life be without Geoff?
Now don't go off thinking that this is a cry for help, or any sort of depressing, negativ....ok maybe it is negative thinking, but ya know what. Im not gonna kill myself over this shit, cuz, seriously, Im not even upset at all about it. This is just what is going through my little brain at the moment, and i feel like expressing it right now.
So...things that make me feel like a horrible person. Forgetting birthdays, or any memorable event when honestly i have no excuse to forget, cuz if its a date that sucks for me to forget, obviously i care about it enough that i do know about it. But the WORST part is when its always right infront of my face. When i look at a calender and i see that shit, and STILL forget....come on...HORRIBLE
This is a double post so people who hate myspace can also see what im writing about. So there is no hiding or anything, and so also....you can comment or whatever on it....
Apparently ive been a horrible friend too. I have many friends that when im bummed out will try to cheer me up, and usually do a good job at doing it, but what do i do? I give them no props for doing so. I just....take it for granted is the best way to put it i suppose.
Also it has been brought to my attention that ive been very misleading, dishonest, or the like.
I brought to my own attention that im a selfish bastard, i had a conversation in my own head with my friend pete about something that doesnt even exist and possably wont happen, but anyway it had to do with us moving in together, I got a new car..in this scenario so i needed to get a ryder truck to move to our (me and petes) new place..so i got the truck and pete asked if i could come to his current residents to pick his shit up...and i said 'fuck no...get your own'.....so...even imaginary im selfish....which was like...whoooa what the fuck?
I guess i need to stop lying to myself, realize what the hell is going on in my own head, realizing what i want to do with my own self. Make THIS fucking ball of shit that we call Geoffrey C Stanford into something that resembles a human being, a thinking on one straight level with everyone. completely honest to myself and others, man.
So, as I see it, nobody really NEEDS me but me. Without me, I would be nothing. I ask you, to ask yourself. How different would my life be without Geoff?
Now don't go off thinking that this is a cry for help, or any sort of depressing, negativ....ok maybe it is negative thinking, but ya know what. Im not gonna kill myself over this shit, cuz, seriously, Im not even upset at all about it. This is just what is going through my little brain at the moment, and i feel like expressing it right now.
So...things that make me feel like a horrible person. Forgetting birthdays, or any memorable event when honestly i have no excuse to forget, cuz if its a date that sucks for me to forget, obviously i care about it enough that i do know about it. But the WORST part is when its always right infront of my face. When i look at a calender and i see that shit, and STILL forget....come on...HORRIBLE
This is a double post so people who hate myspace can also see what im writing about. So there is no hiding or anything, and so also....you can comment or whatever on it....
Apparently ive been a horrible friend too. I have many friends that when im bummed out will try to cheer me up, and usually do a good job at doing it, but what do i do? I give them no props for doing so. I just....take it for granted is the best way to put it i suppose.
Also it has been brought to my attention that ive been very misleading, dishonest, or the like.
I brought to my own attention that im a selfish bastard, i had a conversation in my own head with my friend pete about something that doesnt even exist and possably wont happen, but anyway it had to do with us moving in together, I got a new car..in this scenario so i needed to get a ryder truck to move to our (me and petes) new place..so i got the truck and pete asked if i could come to his current residents to pick his shit up...and i said 'fuck no...get your own'.....so...even imaginary im selfish....which was like...whoooa what the fuck?
I guess i need to stop lying to myself, realize what the hell is going on in my own head, realizing what i want to do with my own self. Make THIS fucking ball of shit that we call Geoffrey C Stanford into something that resembles a human being, a thinking on one straight level with everyone. completely honest to myself and others, man.