them

i'm not sure why i thought they could help. as i sat there listening to stories of pointless sex with people not worth it, i began to wish i had a beer instead of big red. this was not the conversation i had in mind. this was not the friend i needed.
night after night, the story repeats. those who need to be around aren't. ever.

this is the story of 2010.

just be an asshole!

it is disheartening to always hear the same answer. i don't even know if i can still call them my friends. why would they tell me that? i guess they do not know me.

i would rather be me, even though it means to be forever lonely.

wishes

i wish it would end. this...thing...that is ever so persistent.
i wish i knew what was wrong and that i could say, "go away!".
i wish i could finish that letter...the one that doesn't matter anyway.

there are many things that i wish. frankly, i've always been annoyed when i read something that keeps using the same line over and over. i will spare you.

wishes. pshhh.