One more Day to Regret
I read an entry of Cory's and realized that he is completely right. Even I tell myself that I am unique to each one of my friends. For some stupid fucking reason I think that all of my friends see me, and only me, as a means of psychological release.
I tell myself that I'm special because everyone talks to me about deep and personal things. Now I'm taking a step back and rethinking everything that I once believed. I am exactly the same as any motherfucker with an ear. It's all about convenience. When I'm available and a friend needs to get something off the old chest they call me. I realize that I'm not the first person you will call, but when everyone else is busy, you'll give me a ring.
When the girl, or the mom, or the brother, or the band, whomever the confidant, isn't around they call Mark.
Ha ha, somebody's been sober for a week and is thinking again.
I tell myself that I'm special because everyone talks to me about deep and personal things. Now I'm taking a step back and rethinking everything that I once believed. I am exactly the same as any motherfucker with an ear. It's all about convenience. When I'm available and a friend needs to get something off the old chest they call me. I realize that I'm not the first person you will call, but when everyone else is busy, you'll give me a ring.
When the girl, or the mom, or the brother, or the band, whomever the confidant, isn't around they call Mark.
Ha ha, somebody's been sober for a week and is thinking again.