Holideath?
So, I'm back in San Jose visiting my parents for Christ-mass, and it's times like these when I think : Oh man, I really don't have any friends here anymore. And then I think : Oh man, I really didn't have any friends here when I LIVED here... except maybe the obvious, like Jujubee... and that one girl I don't dare say the name of. Yeah, that one.
Anyway, what ends up happening is, I end up (on the drive home) calling a few people from CMT days and becoming slowly more and more discouraged as each phone call ends with : not friendly voice, but an answering machine... I end up in my room for the entire 4 days that I'm here, and remembering why it is that I left in the first place.
I miss my jew/my friends/my life. And to those of you who didn't pick up... gee, thanks.
PS Yeah, that one.
Anyway, what ends up happening is, I end up (on the drive home) calling a few people from CMT days and becoming slowly more and more discouraged as each phone call ends with : not friendly voice, but an answering machine... I end up in my room for the entire 4 days that I'm here, and remembering why it is that I left in the first place.
I miss my jew/my friends/my life. And to those of you who didn't pick up... gee, thanks.
PS Yeah, that one.