Open Up.
And as he spilled his guts to me, my most beloved and cherished friend, I could say nothing useful. I was just there, and he was satisfied, and that was good enough. But was it? Damn me. I definitely take my life/family/situation for granted sometimes, and for this I am ashamed. And although its not often, I can't believe that I'd do such a thing when friends (people I care so much about) have it so different. I am truely fortunate. I wish I could take the "needy" in and help when they need it the most, but I cannot. Sorry.
And to all you ladies.. Don't let the good guys get away, for the love of god. Look past the bullshit and secure yours, because I'm thinking they won't always be there for you. I feel strongly about this for some reason. Its some weird form of resentment of mine that I've always had since middle school. I think it has something to do with me being a "loser," "nice," and totally, utterly and ridiculously jealous.
Putting a lid on it for tonight,
Dom
And to all you ladies.. Don't let the good guys get away, for the love of god. Look past the bullshit and secure yours, because I'm thinking they won't always be there for you. I feel strongly about this for some reason. Its some weird form of resentment of mine that I've always had since middle school. I think it has something to do with me being a "loser," "nice," and totally, utterly and ridiculously jealous.
Putting a lid on it for tonight,
Dom