So after much internal debate, I have decided that I am, in fact, very real, in spite of lack of perception. So it boils down to this: I made my promises, I will keep them forever. If you need me, call me but fuck you guys.
Thanks for all the support. Thanks for being there when I had my stroke. Thanks for being there when my Dad died. Thanks for being there when my Mom died. Thanks for keeping me apprised of all the important events in your lives. I stopped calling you because no one returned my calls. Marriages, births, deaths ect. went by and not so much as a quick message on the machine. I find it ridiculous and depressing that friendship has been reduce to a couple of quick lines on facebook.
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"If you need me, I'll be upstairs... asleep." (Christmas Vacation)
So if I need a good "Fuck you", I should call you up? Alright. :D
No what I meant was that my old friends can still call me if they need me,but no fucking way I'm calling them
And you'd go and help out, even though you'd be swearing under your breath.
A promise is a promise.
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