I don’t want you to find just a person. I want you to find love. I don’t want you to walk a random path. I want you to make one of your own. I probably won’t be able to attend the journey but I can send my affections. Still, no matter how many steps you take ahead you need only to look back for the moments needed and call my name; I’ll respond. Stride boldly ahead my handsome friend.
Coincidence or fate, random or destiny, honestly I could care less. We met and said hello. We exchanged numbers and further along some great memories as well. No, we didn’t see each other every day. Some days that was ok, and some days that was a great pain to bear. Separated we are but forgotten we are not. You’re in my heart as I am in yours. With knowing that, I can rest easy at night.
by Theophilus Hill
Really fucking sad
And even though its not a hot guy its still nice. Didn’t even ask her to do this or even invite the idea. She just did it because she hadn’t seen me and thought it would be nice to do so.
See?! Thats what being a friend is about! Just taking initiative and just being nice for the hell of it. She isn’t getting anything out of this. She could be hanging with a guy or chilling at home but instead chose to see me on the other side of town where she lives.
Take a lesson from her you assholes who want to call yourselves my friends.
P.S- Most people who say they can’t visit me have no legitimate excuse other than you don’t care. You bitches have cars, friends with vehicles, and public transportation.
I really hate that line when people haven’t talked to me in a long time. And by hate that line I mean I hate hearing that shit when I see them out in public goofing off or online all the time posting things on Tumblr and FB. Rephrase that line. “I’ve been busy with everyone and everything but YOU”. If you don’t want to talk to me thats fine. But don’t act all innocent if I call you on your bullshit, and don’t call me your friend either.
I’ve said this before but I’ll state it again. You don’t have to talk to me every day for hours at a time. But a hello or how are you from time is definitely not too much to ask. If you can’t even do that on a somewhat regular basis then why the fuck would I put up with you??
This kind of behavior is ok with associates. People I don’t really care for. But if we’ve had deep conversation and multiple intimate moments then I have some standards in the communication department.
Its shit like this that has narrowed down my list of friends.
But then bitch on Facebook and Tumblr about how much it hurts you that you are not together I have little to no sympathy. Why put yourself through that? Because you want to remain friends (and most likely hoping you will get back together.)? No! Cut that shit out. Worry about your own ass first. Sure you may love this person, trust me its not something you can just “get over”. Ex’s can be friends, but not if you are not comfortable with the circumstances that made it possible for you to ONLY be friends and nothing more.
Real friends don’t make you feel bad for who you are. They accept it and embrace you as your own unique self. Guess that is a lost concept these days.
I don’t just have a set group of friends. I somewhat drift around according to my mood or what I feel like doing. If I want to be around gays or see drunk stupidity I’ll hang with my gays. When I want things to be chill I’ll hang with my non-drinking friends or a few girls I know. And when I want to be around an intellectual atmosphere free and judgement and other frivolous opinions I’ll hang with myself :P
I fear that you won’t be loved. That you won’t get the treatment you deserve. I fear that when you cry there won’t be a shoulder with your name on it and a voice telling you it will all be ok. Can you blame me for caring? Yes you can but it doesn’t mean I will accept the guilt. You were born to be someone’s prince; who’s I’m unsure of. But until that day comes I want to wear your crown without the tears and know that I’ll always be behind the thrown waiting for that assassin. I’m waiting to defend you at the drop of pin. Love just works that way sometimes.