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i feel forgoten about on this cold november evening...
drove all the way to fremont to see a friend who asked me to go to a show with her.. who in turn didnt bother to show up.. nor give me a call and let me know what was going on.. i called at least 7 or 8 times.. and text messaged her.. no response.
didnt receive a call from friends who i really would have loved to see tonight..
pretty dissapointed in some friends in Berkeley who i didnt feel id ever have to be dissapointed in about anything..
my feelings were hurt.. and i cried..
i wanted nothing more than to be by myself driving home alone in my warm car while listening to a good song. i put my cure tape in. i felt a little better.
i also wanted nothing more that to hear the voice of a certain "someone far away" but i didnt want to bother him. not being able to talk with him also made me sad.. his voice is calming..
off to bed.. but for some reason as i write this and reflect on tonights events.. my eyes start to fill slowly again with tears...
drove all the way to fremont to see a friend who asked me to go to a show with her.. who in turn didnt bother to show up.. nor give me a call and let me know what was going on.. i called at least 7 or 8 times.. and text messaged her.. no response.
didnt receive a call from friends who i really would have loved to see tonight..
pretty dissapointed in some friends in Berkeley who i didnt feel id ever have to be dissapointed in about anything..
my feelings were hurt.. and i cried..
i wanted nothing more than to be by myself driving home alone in my warm car while listening to a good song. i put my cure tape in. i felt a little better.
i also wanted nothing more that to hear the voice of a certain "someone far away" but i didnt want to bother him. not being able to talk with him also made me sad.. his voice is calming..
off to bed.. but for some reason as i write this and reflect on tonights events.. my eyes start to fill slowly again with tears...