I remember a time when I was happy.
I had so many cool friends. People I could always count on and loved dearly. They always had eachothers' backs. Always there for eachother. Everyone got along and had so many crazy good times. Many of which will never be forgotten, and many others that none of us can fucking remember because we drank way too god damn much. Either way, everyone was happy and having the time of their lives.
Then slowly, people started turning on one another.
I could definitely feel a lot of negative energy between everyone. Every day, one friend was fighting with another friend. Friendships started falling apart. I'm generally a quiet, keep-to-myself kind of person, and I never got involved with anyone's personal issues with eachother, but I was definitely feeling it. It was just killing me to see all of my friends do this to eachother, so I became pretty reclusive for awhile. I hadn't left the house for months. Didn't talk to anyone or see anyone other than my roomate/best friend, and maybe a select few others on occasion. All this has just brought me down so much that I'm afraid to even go anywhere because I'm worried I'll just get caught in more drama that I want nothing to do with.
Well things had seemed fairly quiet lately, and a friend was in town, so Franki and I decided we'd suck it up and go out to karaoke with our friend, because it's what we used to do when that friend lived here. As expected, some former acquaintances were there, which was no big deal. We enjoyed ourself and stayed out of their business, and they stayed out of ours. Seemed like the adult thing to do, don't you think? Well, it was nearly closing time, and Franki was going up to sing the last song of the night, and somebody just had to throw their drink on her and fuck up the whole night. Now, I don't know what their reasoning behind it was, and still have no idea what the issue was with her in the first place, nor do I give a shit, because it's fucking childish. I could expect that kind of junior high bullshit from the fratboy douchebags at Brother's, but not you guys. And I certainly don't appreciate being attacked outside as well, especially by people who used to be my friend. Right now, I don't care who doesn't like me. I don't care if you don't like my best friend. I don't care if you're all reading my blog and laughing about it while jerking eachother off. Just leave us the fuck alone, and we'll do the same for you. Who gives a shit if we're at the same bar. Ignore us. Have a drink. Enjoy your fucking selves. Fuck it.
I had so many cool friends. People I could always count on and loved dearly. They always had eachothers' backs. Always there for eachother. Everyone got along and had so many crazy good times. Many of which will never be forgotten, and many others that none of us can fucking remember because we drank way too god damn much. Either way, everyone was happy and having the time of their lives.
Then slowly, people started turning on one another.
I could definitely feel a lot of negative energy between everyone. Every day, one friend was fighting with another friend. Friendships started falling apart. I'm generally a quiet, keep-to-myself kind of person, and I never got involved with anyone's personal issues with eachother, but I was definitely feeling it. It was just killing me to see all of my friends do this to eachother, so I became pretty reclusive for awhile. I hadn't left the house for months. Didn't talk to anyone or see anyone other than my roomate/best friend, and maybe a select few others on occasion. All this has just brought me down so much that I'm afraid to even go anywhere because I'm worried I'll just get caught in more drama that I want nothing to do with.
Well things had seemed fairly quiet lately, and a friend was in town, so Franki and I decided we'd suck it up and go out to karaoke with our friend, because it's what we used to do when that friend lived here. As expected, some former acquaintances were there, which was no big deal. We enjoyed ourself and stayed out of their business, and they stayed out of ours. Seemed like the adult thing to do, don't you think? Well, it was nearly closing time, and Franki was going up to sing the last song of the night, and somebody just had to throw their drink on her and fuck up the whole night. Now, I don't know what their reasoning behind it was, and still have no idea what the issue was with her in the first place, nor do I give a shit, because it's fucking childish. I could expect that kind of junior high bullshit from the fratboy douchebags at Brother's, but not you guys. And I certainly don't appreciate being attacked outside as well, especially by people who used to be my friend. Right now, I don't care who doesn't like me. I don't care if you don't like my best friend. I don't care if you're all reading my blog and laughing about it while jerking eachother off. Just leave us the fuck alone, and we'll do the same for you. Who gives a shit if we're at the same bar. Ignore us. Have a drink. Enjoy your fucking selves. Fuck it.