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Eh, often times I just think of things I can do. I think of some great things-- but they're usually consistently shot down. I begin to build up the courage, but by morning time it's escaped... and it just seems like no matter what lecture I have at night, and how adamant I am about it, it never seems to become announced. I justify it as 'there never being a right time.' The truth is you have to make it the right time, but I suppose in that aspect you can view me as a coward. either way... Lately I've been bothered with people in general, or rather my relation with them. It can best be summarized by this:
The real friends I have in Miami contain Matt Schwartz. True friends total? Three. Elli, Sam and Milty.
By real, I mean someone who gives a shit about my feelings, and by true I mean someone who will drop what they're doing to hear me bitch-- or to notify me they're still breathing.
I'm sick of being used, and I'm sick of gettig the blunt side for EVERYTHING. I'm miserable, and it seems no one can tell or if they can, they don't give a fuck.
The real friends I have in Miami contain Matt Schwartz. True friends total? Three. Elli, Sam and Milty.
By real, I mean someone who gives a shit about my feelings, and by true I mean someone who will drop what they're doing to hear me bitch-- or to notify me they're still breathing.
I'm sick of being used, and I'm sick of gettig the blunt side for EVERYTHING. I'm miserable, and it seems no one can tell or if they can, they don't give a fuck.