Well, as far as I'm concerned, I have no friends. I have one friend who I can count on, and oddly enough that's my ex. Fuck the rest of them. And my family? Heh, I said fuck'em a long time ago, and although I was just on verge of trying to patch things up with all of them, fuck them too!
I can't even begin to describe how hurt I am that nocody seemed to remember me on Xmas day. Even my coworker brought me in a card. I wish I had of known at the time that it was the only kind of acknowledgment I'd be getting this year. My parents are coming up to visit my sons tomorrow, so I know they'll bring gifts and such, but still. A phone call. How fucking hard is it to do? And I'm not saying that each and every person I know, owes it to me to call me on Xmas day, but out of all of them, there wasn't one of em had the decency, or cared enough to call. Most of them (my "friends" at least) even know what kind of situation I'm in in my life right now, and still nothing. So the way I see it, who needs friends like that? I'd rather be lonely and depressed because I don't know anybody, then to be miserable because the people I DO know don't actually give a shit.
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"I haven't faced death. I've cheated death. I've tricked my way out of death and patted myself on the back for my ingenuity. I know nothing."
--James T. Kirk
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