It’s too early on a rare Monday off.
I understand why I don’t have many friends anymore. I’m tired of watching people do abhorrent things and just sitting idly by as they either destroy themselves or others. I just don’t understand why people do the things they do. Now, I know the pot is calling kettle black here, I realize I’m not one to talk about certain things in my life people would wish I would change. Or question why I don’t, but I see things clearer now than ever before. There is not one questionable thing in my life anymore. I don’t find myself sitting around asking myself, “Is this really my life?”. Well, it is, and there’s nothing wrong with my life. Not anymore. No fights, no binge drinking, no more questioning my sanity. I’m starting to realize its not me, it’s everyone else. There’s a difference though, I know when to keep my mouth shut. Maybe I shouldn’t? Maybe I should stop being so vague? You know what? Fuck it, I just don’t care.
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stargazers said:
Same reason I have very few friends. Except, I tend to tell them when they’re making poor decisions… Then we go our seperate ways.
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