This friday night i had a another party, of which i seem to have fallen forgetful to.
It is the second party in a row that i have forgotten a large percentage of my actions.
Well atleast this time i didn't say anything to fuck a friendship and i know who i kisssed.
it is also the thirddd partry in a row where i have worn something homemade, and gotten a fantastic amount of praise towards it.
This weekend i was happy,
this weeekend was at my lowest point.
This weekend made me view things differently,
this weekend made me realise who i should respect and who i shouldn't.
This weekend i changed, i altered myself to get over things, i told people how i felt (sober), i starved then ate.
I saw who deserved pity, who deserved to have as much love as possible thrown at them.
I saw the people that should be aloud to feel sorry for themselves.
I have no right to hate my life, when there are so much more worse broken hearts out there, especially when i know for a fact that its my fault mine gets crushed in the first place.
I've seen all of this,
coz of the people who are my associates and the people who are my friends,
i've seen all this coz of the people i thought were there for me but weren't.
I've seen all this because of the people who said that they would be there for me, and actually live up to their words.
And it'll happen once again, You'll turn to a friend. Someone that understands
and sees through the master plan. But everybody's gone and you've been there for too long, to face this on your own.
Well I guess this is growing up.
and sees through the master plan. But everybody's gone and you've been there for too long, to face this on your own.
Well I guess this is growing up.
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