Made a minor rant when getting reminded of my past over at Strypes journal, posting here for reminders...



I don't miss my old friends... and I don't want to be reminded of them again...
... been stabbed in the back one too many times.... by them... so I'm glad I'm no longer going to see them.

Only had one friend that I kinda slipped away from... but we talk... whenever we see eachother. For old friendships sake, though we cannot become friends again.



Now, all my friends I have are all living far away from me... so I'm all alone... *sighs*
Hate nostalgia, hate feeling alone, hate life. But yet I'm not ready to die.