ATTN: this band is sex on a stick. called she wants revenge. "these things" sends me into a trance. it's his voice. i listen to it on repeat. and i'm not even a huge music fanatic, unlike every one else in the world.
i think i need to find god so that every day i will have someone to thank for my life as it stands right now.
my bald man comes home soon. my pink-haired girl and her kitchen-master boy will visit soon. somewhere, a puppy that hasn't yet been born already has a name picked out for it.
VENT:
my former roommate basically doesn't speak to me anymore. she ignores me in the studio; she came up to me once when i was sitting with my friends outside and sorta talked to me, but, mostly i feel just to show off her new camera that she had in tow. i have given up on her -- she is a lost cause who doesn't want to be found. she treated me like utter shit for the vast majority of our friendship, if you can call it that, and i put up with it because that's the state of mind that i entered into our friendship with. but i'm not the sad and scared and lonely little creature i once was, and i can't do it anymore and she won't change, and this silence from her is my easy out. if she doesn't make an effort, there's nothing for me to fight against. i prefer it this way. but i won't say that i wish i'd never met her. everything happens for a reason and i am a better person for having known her and gone through what i did with her. she wasn't all bad, especially at first. it was more like a gradual taking of me for granted that led eventually to her absolute shittiness towards me, and now i guess she's still mad at me.
it's not entirely her or her parents' faults that they're mad at us, either. we never told her the real reasons why we wanted out so badly. we gave her the least offensive reasons, the ones that would hurt her the least. everything with her was eggshells, right up to very end.
hopefully this will be the last i ever speak of her or what happened between the three of us. i wash my hands of it.
and i've never been happier.
i think i need to find god so that every day i will have someone to thank for my life as it stands right now.
my bald man comes home soon. my pink-haired girl and her kitchen-master boy will visit soon. somewhere, a puppy that hasn't yet been born already has a name picked out for it.
VENT:
my former roommate basically doesn't speak to me anymore. she ignores me in the studio; she came up to me once when i was sitting with my friends outside and sorta talked to me, but, mostly i feel just to show off her new camera that she had in tow. i have given up on her -- she is a lost cause who doesn't want to be found. she treated me like utter shit for the vast majority of our friendship, if you can call it that, and i put up with it because that's the state of mind that i entered into our friendship with. but i'm not the sad and scared and lonely little creature i once was, and i can't do it anymore and she won't change, and this silence from her is my easy out. if she doesn't make an effort, there's nothing for me to fight against. i prefer it this way. but i won't say that i wish i'd never met her. everything happens for a reason and i am a better person for having known her and gone through what i did with her. she wasn't all bad, especially at first. it was more like a gradual taking of me for granted that led eventually to her absolute shittiness towards me, and now i guess she's still mad at me.
it's not entirely her or her parents' faults that they're mad at us, either. we never told her the real reasons why we wanted out so badly. we gave her the least offensive reasons, the ones that would hurt her the least. everything with her was eggshells, right up to very end.
hopefully this will be the last i ever speak of her or what happened between the three of us. i wash my hands of it.
and i've never been happier.
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God is an imaginary friend for grownups
_chris_:
Like you said... You washed your hands of it. What else can you do?