What's in your head, zombie?

Turns out my body and mind are learning to be self-sufficient and self-regenerating. I’m really not looking to cry on anyone’s shoulder, because it really is just utter shit. No one actually cares about this shit, and as it turns out, I’m progressively unlearning how to dwell in self-pity and all that shit. So now I just have excess to give away.

Chances are, we hate them because we know them so well. We hate them because we know how they think and what they’re capable of, and that’s not always a good thing.

… as well as some news I received today regarding some friends of mine.

It just goes to show that, although you may get lucky and find some decent people, the only ones you can trust are the people in your family.

And that’s really only by default, because you can replace your friends and your partner, but you cannot replace your family.

Unless you’re adopted.

… about the way I’m treating you because, let’s face it, you either don’t see what you did wrong or can’t own up to it.

But if I show a single sign of lenience towards you *POW* it’s back to being a blimp head with you.

I just can’t win.

I want my friend back, not this jerk who surfaced.

I now hate it when people say that we’re best friends. It also makes me a bit sad, because there was a time when I thought that we were.

There was a time when I thought you were my go-to friend, and yes there was a time when you meant a lot to me, but a side of you surfaced when you let that get to your head. Needless to say, I didn’t like it.

Eventually I let go; you didn’t.

This is why we’ve drifted apart: whether you realize it or not, you’re an opportunist. A patronizing one at that. You have this problem where you think that because you meant something to someone for a period of time that not only can you get away with treating them like common topsoil, but that you still hold a special place in their life to date. That isn’t exactly how the world works nowadays.

I remember a time when I’d always want to hang out with you; now I could not care less, because in retrospect, you never cared, nor did you put in any effort into our friendship. Why should I waste my time hanging around someone who thinks I can’t do without them when they haven’t done a single thing to earn that speculation? That’s stupid and aggravating. Granted, when we’re in a group, I’ll comply to quick conversation and a joke or two for old time’s sake, but that is exactly what we’ve been reduced to. There won’t be anymore one-on-one time, there won’t be anymore tag-team partying, there won’t be anymore hearing “I swear these two…”. I think it’s pretty much done. We’re pretty much done. I’ve tried to prove my point but you can’t - you refuse - to take me seriously.

I will say that I am glad that everything happened the way it did; it’s opened my eyes to the kind of person you are and what you’re capable of. I must say, some of the time I don’t care, the rest of the time though, kinda fucking hate it.

:D