Subtly betrayed
We are growing apart, its sad. For 10 years we were best friends. No. A duo. Tennis partners, competitors in every aspect, true friends. I can't describe how good of a friendship it was, it was that good.
Now he has a girlfriend who is probably the lamest, most annoying person I've ever met in my fucking life (not to mention a succubus), and newfound fraternity brothers and the spark between us isn't there anymore. Fuck this. Its not me, its him. Last night opened my eyes. 9/10 people would say I'm being melodramatic, but they can go to hell. We are still really good friends, but its not the same and that saddens me.
However, I do have a good abundance of positive things right now:
1. There are a couple girls that I think are pretty neat-o and that I would honestly consider even (*gasp*) dating if I lived closer. Ugh..Denison is a shitpile. and...
2. My job is going great, I'm working full time now, and I love everyone here.
And alas, to save this post from the murky depths of the swamp of angst, some heartwarming christmas lyrics courtesy of Ryan Maquire:
i bang black bitches
smoke crack until my back itches
got tracks up my arms
and im covered in rashes
attackin ATMs with axes
always broke so i hope
that my grandfather crashes
bursts into flames and passes
cause i need candy for noses,
a motel that never closes,
some blow to make em blow
cause hoes get crazy with hoses
^^Fucking genius.
Now he has a girlfriend who is probably the lamest, most annoying person I've ever met in my fucking life (not to mention a succubus), and newfound fraternity brothers and the spark between us isn't there anymore. Fuck this. Its not me, its him. Last night opened my eyes. 9/10 people would say I'm being melodramatic, but they can go to hell. We are still really good friends, but its not the same and that saddens me.
However, I do have a good abundance of positive things right now:
1. There are a couple girls that I think are pretty neat-o and that I would honestly consider even (*gasp*) dating if I lived closer. Ugh..Denison is a shitpile. and...
2. My job is going great, I'm working full time now, and I love everyone here.
And alas, to save this post from the murky depths of the swamp of angst, some heartwarming christmas lyrics courtesy of Ryan Maquire:
i bang black bitches
smoke crack until my back itches
got tracks up my arms
and im covered in rashes
attackin ATMs with axes
always broke so i hope
that my grandfather crashes
bursts into flames and passes
cause i need candy for noses,
a motel that never closes,
some blow to make em blow
cause hoes get crazy with hoses
^^Fucking genius.