So I hung out with a real old friend tonight. Him and I used to be really close, but he was going through a really self destructive-phase for the past several years, so I had been avoiding him. I am neither proud of, nor ashamed, of doing so. I wasn't in the best of mental health, so I kinda had to.
In any case, he seems to have pulled himself out of the abyss.
It seems as though our friendship is no worse for the wear, despite the many years we left it fallow. True friendship amazes me sometimes.
Two good nights in a row. Who woulda thunk it possible?
In any case, he seems to have pulled himself out of the abyss.
It seems as though our friendship is no worse for the wear, despite the many years we left it fallow. True friendship amazes me sometimes.
Two good nights in a row. Who woulda thunk it possible?
The devil made me do it.
Well, he didn't really make me do it, he just asked me to do it so nicely I would have felt guilty didn't.
You know how it is.