7*21*04
some of you are probably wondering why you haven't seen me in a while.

i went to bed really pissed off last night, wondering how so many people don't get it, don't understand the dynamics of keeping a friend. maybe i'm just different - maybe i have a skewed perception of reality, and in fact am living in my own world. there are several people that i haven't hung out with in months, yes months. my schedule has been pretty free in the evenings; there really isn't a lot going on for me then. people have called, telling me that we need to hang out. after suggesting days and having them not work out, the conversations usually end with me giving the other person the upper hand to figure out a day that would work out for them.

but they never call back, and yet, still continue to talk about how we don't hang out. they find things to blame: boyfriends/girlfriends, driving, etc. truthfully, i think they're all pretty lame excuses.

things like this make me remember why, for a couple years, i only had one or two friends that i saw regularly, that i really considered "friends", because i got tired of flaky people, of people who weren't really willing to accept the responsibility of being a good friend (or just didn't know how to, for that matter).

i'm disappointed with the fact that intimate relationships have put a dent on friendships i had/have with a couple people. it would've been too perfect had it all worked out; we'd all be happy because we had someone, but it wouldn't come between us and our friendships. WRONG!.

i wrote that yesterday and am now too tired and careless to finish it. fuck you.