I don't know about you Myspace.
Maybe it's the stress of finals, maybe it's the excitement of visiting the reservation to see my family. Maybe I'm ready to let go of myspace. What was I fucking thinking? I sometimes feel like my friends represent a deck of cards, I would throw this deck and watch cards scatter everywhere, then I would pick them up off the floor, once in a while I would forget a card, in my opinion who fucking cares. Over the past months I have managed to leave a number of cards on the floor (if you know what I mean).
Part of my therapy is learning to let go, I'm beginning to get the hang of it. I'm actually loving it.
"What's that"? "You can't be friends w/me because your girlfriend 'hates' me"? "ok". *poof*
"what's that"? "You're an insecure asshole"? "Well, I really don't care if you spend the rest of your life getting paid to move the rocks in other people's front yards". "You were bad Karma anyway, and you act like a hillbilly". *poof*
I tried.
Part of my therapy is learning to let go, I'm beginning to get the hang of it. I'm actually loving it.
"What's that"? "You can't be friends w/me because your girlfriend 'hates' me"? "ok". *poof*
"what's that"? "You're an insecure asshole"? "Well, I really don't care if you spend the rest of your life getting paid to move the rocks in other people's front yards". "You were bad Karma anyway, and you act like a hillbilly". *poof*
I tried.