If only I could reach the knife in my back
It's nice to know who your real friends are and sometimes it takes getting stabbed in the back to find out. I already have a penchant for feeling worthless and then when someone says something that indicates that they find me worthless it really doesn't help my complex.
It seems like pretty much every friend I have or more correctly had seems to have fell away, moved away or faded away. And I'm bored to tears. I need a new life. Or at least a new zip code, a new country would be nice. I need to go somewhere that they speak a different language so that I don't really know how big of bastards people are or I can at least give them the benefit of the doubt and chalk up the bastardness to me not understanding them. Maybe I'll move to Madagascar.
It seems like pretty much every friend I have or more correctly had seems to have fell away, moved away or faded away. And I'm bored to tears. I need a new life. Or at least a new zip code, a new country would be nice. I need to go somewhere that they speak a different language so that I don't really know how big of bastards people are or I can at least give them the benefit of the doubt and chalk up the bastardness to me not understanding them. Maybe I'll move to Madagascar.