and here i am sinceretwocapablefistsJanuary 10 2005, 13:25:27 UTC
you want to know something bri-baby? i really got my feelings hurt one day when someone told me they overheard you and lez (i guess one day when she was in town) talking about me in not so positive manner. and i suppose on any other day i would have confronted the situation, to make sure of the truth of the source. but i think what made it so hard was the fact that i know lezlie does NOT like me (and for that i've never understood why) so i just thought that you as well could not like me, and once again throw me for a complete and total loop.
does this mean that you indeed were not shit talking me, and still really do consider me a friend? because i know that every time i see my le tigre sticker on my car, or see that old black gold of yours, complete with it's little black spoiler, i have nothing but fond memories of you yourself.
maybe one of these days we can make it up to one another, because i always thought i was better than this.
most of my dissapearance in the past was based off of either a) excessive work (60+hrs a week isn't very fun) b) depression the only reason i really see j anymore is because i live with him. the last 2.5 years haven't been the most fruitful of my life. one of these days i'll be able to feel and act like a kid.
how's this for a request?twocapablefistsJanuary 11 2005, 02:44:19 UTC
jeremiah is confused, and thinks that those numerals 2.5 were referring to him, but in actuality referred to being stressed out in savannah in general.
honestly. the truth is.. we all never know the truth to why we all disappeared. and why friendships were lost.. therefore we make up reasons.. we try to cover the hurt.. think about this. we all know i'm immature.. i fucking blame shit on anything i can.. to hide the hurt.. of course i remember good days.. and i fucking hate that they are gone.. it pisses me off like you wouldn't believe.. why can't we just ride bikes to shows. why can't we just fucking drive a stick shift car with no air conditioning out to home depot, pick out the perfect color green, paint your fucking hallway singing andrew wk all the while painting our tshirts. i don't know why.. i don't know.. i never got that closure.. it just all ended one day.. why can't we have that big house with five bedrooms 8 cats 2 dogs a bird and some ferets.. i don't know.. and it hurts.. i miss it.. despite what shit was talked. how annoyed we are with one another.. we all still hurt. we all remember freshmen/sophomore/junior years.. we all remember.. and yes i want it back. why can
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i really got my feelings hurt one day when someone told me they overheard you and lez
(i guess one day when she was in town)
talking about me in not so positive manner.
and i suppose on any other day i would have confronted the situation,
to make sure of the truth of the source.
but i think what made it so hard was the fact that i know lezlie does NOT like me
(and for that i've never understood why)
so i just thought that you as well could not like me,
and once again throw me for a complete and total loop.
does this mean that you indeed were not shit talking me,
and still really do consider me a friend?
because i know that every time i see my le tigre sticker on my car,
or see that old black gold of yours, complete with it's little black spoiler,
i have nothing but fond memories of you yourself.
maybe one of these days we can make it up to one another,
because i always thought i was better than this.
xo
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a) excessive work (60+hrs a week isn't very fun)
b) depression
the only reason i really see j anymore is because i live with him.
the last 2.5 years haven't been the most fruitful of my life.
one of these days i'll be able to feel and act like a kid.
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