So it looks like I'll be leaving Boston in a foul mood. I left home that way five years ago to move out here. I guess some things never change.
However, there is a slight twist this time. When I left home I knew I'd see those friends again since we all had a parental homebase in Novato. This is not at all the case with my friends in Boston. I know I won't see 90% of them ever again.
I think the best part is that people say they care and I can just tell that they really don't. How do I know this? No one makes an effort and no one is actually sad about me going. Whatever. I've been alone in my apartment for the past 2 days.
I think I'm just going to flat out refuse to see anyone now and go on a "F-you Strike". No one calls me back. So, again, whatever.
Fuck people. I'm out of here in a few days. Good to know I kept true "friends" the past five years...
I must say I'm not terribly shocked. That may be the worst part-- not having any faith in the people you consider friends.
"I couldn't tell you why she felt that way,
She felt it everyday.
And I couldn't help her,
I just watched her make the same mistakes again.
What's wrong, whats wrong now?
Too many, too many problems.
Don't know where she belongs, where she belongs.
She wants to go home, but nobody's home.
That's where she lies, broken inside.
With no place to go, no place to go to dry her eyes.
Broken inside.
Her feelings she hides.
Her dreams she can't find.
She's losing her mind.
She's fallen behind.
She can't find her place.
She's losing her faith.
She's fallen from grace.
She's all over the place."
Emo music + not taking my meds for three days = fun times.
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Ok well for the record, you'll never be rid of me. We'll know each other until we're old and grey and it really grosses people out to hear us talk about sex toys.
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