May 25, 2006 21:25
When you find the time to pry her from your hip, call me and we'll hang.
And PS. If i don't wanna fucking drink, it's my perogative to stay sober. I've been clean (mostly) for a long time now and I'm not gonna fall down the same stupid hopeless path I was on in high school. I have responsibility now, and a dream I'm working very hard to achieve. My shit has to be paid. My day cannot stop because you two made plans for a weekday at 10pm. YOU are my friend. SHE is not. YOU are who I am excited to see. SHE is not. And while I'm fully aware that SHE just comes with YOU, it would be nice to separate that and just hang, just the boys, like old times. But you don't hear me. You never hear me. I've said it before, and you found some way of making ME look like a tool. So the ball is in your court now. I'm here when you need me, but I'm just not trying anymore. Good luck out there, You're still like a brother to me.