i very randomly went to new york city and loved it

[trashboy]

i decided on a few things in the last day or two.

if you wronged a friend, they would tell you why.
if you were a bad person, a friend would tell you why.
if you sounded like a broken record day in and day out

a friend.
would tell
you why.

i guess they're not worth being upset over anymore, but i can't seem to get them out of my head and wondering what exactly it was that ended so many friendships in such a short span of time.

i'm trying to take control of what i'm capable of taking control of, and i'm adamant that this spell of.. indescribable.. you know, i don't even know myself what this is but it has to stop before i really drive myself off the deep end. i refuse to let myself go that far.

happy mikey is coming back one of these days.
one of these days.