| Current mood: |  disappointed |
| Current music: | angry playlist (Dresden Dolls, HIM, Evanescence, Stone Sour, Flogging Molly) |
Gmorning.
"i'm not different anymore
a revolving door you came through"
I feel like a revolving door. Everytime I think a set of friends will last forever, they fade away. Maybe it's just my imagination, but I don't feel like I'm needed or wanted... by people I thought I was going to be with for the rest of my life. Is it that I suck at picking friends, or just keeping them?
That all probably has something to do with why I cling so hard to the friends I make, which is probably part of why they eventually distance themselves. It all makes sense right, in the logic of the universe...
Why is it I only feel compelled to write in this thing when I feel like shit?
In other news, MR this weekend. Half my friends are either NPCing or not going... It's gonna snow, 20 degrees outside, and I'll be LARPing in the woods. This is why even Bennies laugh at LARPers, isn't it?
In other other news: two years for me and Duck on Monday!!! woot...
Gnite.
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