prettyb0y

My old friends are...*shrugs* I'm too openminded to label it.

They have a habit of getting me into HORRIFIC trouble. Thankfully(and regrettably), only a handful are left. I once was the same, but I changed. Not deep down, but on the surface. At least, I can go through the motions of being a decent guy. But then what the hell do I know.

I've been thinking of one in particular, as of late. The one I've known the longest, Scot. Haven't heard from him in over 6 years. Prison? Dead? Worse? I don't know. It doesn't make me lonely. I enjoy my alone time so much(always have), that I never get lonely. However, I do get attention needy. Maybe as I get older, I'm getting to be high upkeep. Who knows.

You grow accustomed to the weight of some experiences on your shoulders and no matter how heavy they are, forget they're there. Then one day, you stop to pick something up. Then, you feel it on your life's shoulders again, and you're all "Oh. Yeah. Forgot." That sucks. But then what the hell do I know.

I'm in a little funk, today(duh). I'm just homesick and sleep deprived. Tired, in many ways.

Oh, and Titans lost. LOL