gone

I'm done. This is shit. You forget me and expect me to sit on the side and be there only when you want me. You are upset apparently cause I had "new friends" whose, the last time I checked, company you enjoyed as well. Whatever. Then you have your friend post comments on my site, my one release, saying I am full of shit and that you are too good for me and you don't deserve all my fucked up mindsets. FINE. Fine fine dandy. Not that my feelings mattered. My crisis. Fuck. I don't get it, I was always here. Up until about two minutes ago I would have ran out of my house, in the night, to your house if you needed me. I didn't care about anything else. Now, I call your name and you ignore me. Then, after three calls you say Whhaat? It feels really good to be loved. I would rather have friends who I am on equal ground with than something like this. Where it was you. Everything still revolves around you. I was never, ever on the inside with you. you have a circle of people who go with you everywhere. I cant even keep a friend. Best friends. Best. I thought so, you didn't, and you made that very clear, that should have been my first sign.