Sometimes

you just have to accept that your "friends" die, even though they are still breathing.
I've alway had such a history with shitty freinds.
Excuse my language, whatever.
I give and give and give and give and get shit back.
From every single person I've ever called my friend.
It's annoying.
Not one single friend could AT LEAST CALL and tell me Happy Birthday.
They knew I worked at 3 a.m. the next morning so I couldn't hang out.
But really that's your excuse?
You couldn't even call me?
I called you at midnight and I couldn't even get a text but OHHH lets just post pictures and meaningful paragraphs for the world to think that you really do give a flying fuck about me when in reality you ignore my calls, proclaim you're broke, and kiss the asses of the people who don't give to shits about you.
Yeah, I'm fucking done.

I honestly let time and hours put in a relationship be the thing that keeps me holding on.
That one person from my past that might not be like all the others right?
Wrong.

Whenever I write something good about someone, it basically explodes in my face and I basically end up eating my words.
Like so.
I don't have friends, I really don't.
Not one single friend.
The closest thing, is my family.
My imediate family, they are my everything.


It is what it is, the people who I thought were my friends are really not.
Boooo hooooo.
Just another person that fell off my planet...whose next tho?



It's all about, the song in my head...the one where the audience is all deaaad!