war re-enactments.
I don't understand my logic in anything that I do. I don't understand how I can know somebody for years, but have them change so much without me ever noticing it. It just slammed me in the face. I hate people changing. I don't understand it. Is he the same person he was two years ago? Because he doesn't act like it, and I can't deal with it. I hate my best friend, now. But I love who he used to be. And after tonight, I'm never talking to him again. I don't have the desire to ever see his stupid face again. I should feel liberated! It should feel GOOD to be freed of him. But I don't feel very good, at all. I'm sorry for the fucking vagueness, but I can't do much else. I'm glad that right now I have one reliable, fun person that I enjoy hanging out with. I need to sleep, it's been too long.