So I don't know why I woke up at 7 this morning. I didn't even crash out until almost 3. I decided to write, since I'm up so early. So here I am. Sometimes surrounded by people who claim to care about me and/or my life. Lately, though, I see through the bullshit. In the end it'll just be me, so why should you care?! I've had it with people, who seem to think that no matter what they have to do or who they have to crush on the way to their own happiness makes no difference at all. I had a girl, once. I had all kinds of friends, once. But you just have to let it all fall away, because as time passes it becomes visible. Those who never truly cared about any of the things they claimed to care about.
"I was sittin' in my room
starin' at the wall, thinkin 'bout everything
but then again I was thinkin' bout nothing."
I miss those days, sometimes. As hard as it is to admit that I almost enjoyed my time at OBC as a teenager, some bonds formed there, at least in my mind, that are solid. Remain solid. Not that I'm still friends with anybody who was there with me, but some of the friendships that were had there, and things experienced there, will forever be burned into my mind. Remember ST, James?
...'cause I'll never forget.
