this is home this is where i go this is my playtime this is the past this is my time
 
26 September 2005

Bitterness in my mouth.

Not from food but from supposed friends who are doing a shitty job of being a friend.

Should it be so easy to let go of a friendship like that? I want to do what I do normally, cut all ties without an explanation and let them come to me, but this is immature, and I know it.

I don't have the patience, though, to wait and be hurt again.

Being away shows true colors. Duly noted.

I can't analyze anymore.

Unfortunately distance and friendship do more often than ought, do have an alarmingly scary inverse proportionality to them. Farther away, more loose the friendship. It's tough, yes. So i think it's mas importante to try and break that, even if you, I, them, those folks, have to work harder to keep it together...keep on truckin hun.
# posted by B. Comb : 10:06 PM
 
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