4:52 a.m.
February 11, 2007
Digging deep for the deer teeth in your soul.
I think I've been unceremoniously ditched.
Unlike some, who just move on, I'm reasonably sure of when someone's truly gotten sick of me. There are a few I can exaggerate on, who at least say hi every so often. And there are the ones who got bored with me.
Truth be told, I'm sick of college feeling so transitory, and it feels transitory whenever I think of what was. It's that my best friends, my best in the world are so far away, whether it's sequences of disappearance, or just living further. I feel like I have adult friends lined up for me, and all I'm doing is waiting for everything to settle so that we can be adults, all together.
And I have young friends.
What's supposed to happen is that you move on, but no one has. If you were so unhappy back then, what good is it doing to maintain those old cords. If you were so unhappy, why do you leave the remains, the bones of what was there? Because you can't get rid of it. Because that's all you have to hold.
And the only reason I say this is because I haven't held the old. It's fine that you do that. But I didn't.
I'm resentful.
And I miss all my old friends.
I'm seeking validation from tech support
That they listen to me when nobody will
And they don't even return my calls
So I guess I'll just make more calls
And then go back to bed