It was JUST a week ago, I promised myself that I’d be a better man.
One week later, I’m saying I’m such a fucking mess. I’ve made some stupid STUPID decisions, and I’ve lived to regret them. And I can’t run. I shouldn’t run.
But what’s the point of man-ing up to your mistakes if it doesn’t make you feel good? What’s the point if it just makes you feel like shit, if it just makes you feel less of a man than you already were?
My “best friend” (note the quotation marks) hasn’t spoken to me in 3 weeks. Because she couldn’t give a fuck more, and I’m tired of giving way too many fucks. I really miss the other girl, as a friend, because we used to have so much fun and were way too cool with each other and it just sucks. My “close friends” have disappeared, and in their place, army boys. Why can’t I have both? Is it too much to ask to have my close friends remain as my close friends? Am I THE ONLY ONE who gives fucks about our friendships?
and then some…
My life’s such a mess. Let’s hope it gets better after tomorrow. Please. Please. I’m begging.
