And how was it so easy to turn my back?
I hate it when people I love fall apart, because I know that if I tried to put them back together I'd just get super glue on my fingers and then I'd stick them to my face or the doorknob or something. How can I glue you back together when I'm stuck to part of the house?
And then I feel like, it's my fault that they even need glue because if I'd done my fucking job as a friend they would be just fine. Or at least a little better then they are.
And even if I had realized this ahead of time, it still wouldn't have made much of a difference. I can't commit to anyone. I mean, I can't even keep a pet for more than a year unless it lives in a small cage. I'm surprised that Kyle and I are going so strong. We must be fate or something because usually I'm alone by this point.
And it's not all shits and giggles over here. I want to see a psychiatrist, but my insurance runs out in a month. Sure, depressive and destructive tendencies are nothing compared to other people's problems, but they are enough to make me want to die at least once a week. And... fucking... life is great, so why do I feel like this?
Anyway, I am willing to issue this statement.
When my mind does the little thing that it does I tend to leave people behind. I would say that about every friend I deserted I did for unfair and possibly even fictitious reasons. By that logic it is safe to say that, even if I was cruel to them, I still love all my old friends.
If any of you are ever in a tight spot and need help or really need someone to be there for you, you can turn to me.
If your pride permits it, you are all welcome to call me up in case of an emergency. If we were ever friends I will help you, and I will probably even enjoy doing it. Don't let my past bitchiness stand in the way of your well being.
And then I feel like, it's my fault that they even need glue because if I'd done my fucking job as a friend they would be just fine. Or at least a little better then they are.
And even if I had realized this ahead of time, it still wouldn't have made much of a difference. I can't commit to anyone. I mean, I can't even keep a pet for more than a year unless it lives in a small cage. I'm surprised that Kyle and I are going so strong. We must be fate or something because usually I'm alone by this point.
And it's not all shits and giggles over here. I want to see a psychiatrist, but my insurance runs out in a month. Sure, depressive and destructive tendencies are nothing compared to other people's problems, but they are enough to make me want to die at least once a week. And... fucking... life is great, so why do I feel like this?
Anyway, I am willing to issue this statement.
When my mind does the little thing that it does I tend to leave people behind. I would say that about every friend I deserted I did for unfair and possibly even fictitious reasons. By that logic it is safe to say that, even if I was cruel to them, I still love all my old friends.
If any of you are ever in a tight spot and need help or really need someone to be there for you, you can turn to me.
If your pride permits it, you are all welcome to call me up in case of an emergency. If we were ever friends I will help you, and I will probably even enjoy doing it. Don't let my past bitchiness stand in the way of your well being.