Back in the Swing of Things
Yeah, I decided that I needed to start writing these again… So here I am. Especially since I’m still working on that YouTube stardom thing. Heck yes. Working on getting a good camera so when that happens I’ll start recording and uploading and begin my rise to fame. Mwahahaha. First YouTube, then the world. I also just wanted to vent some crap. I’m having friend problems. Friend problems that involve having a best friend claiming to have nothing wrong with her when in fact there is something very wrong that she can’t see because she’s walking down a road that makes you very blind. I would know, I’ve been there. But of course she’s hardheaded and doesn’t like to admit that I’ve been around the block, and I know some things. Yeah, she hates it when I tell her something about herself. Especially when she knows it’s true. But, yeah, I hate how she’d rather hang out with other people. I don’t think we’re best friends anymore. It doesn’t feel like it. I mean, she cares about me and I care about her. But she doesn’t ever want to be around me or talk to me. I piss her off ALL the time. She’s told me that it’s all MY fault. What kind of shit person says that? Well, I mean, I’ve told her that everything was HER fault before, so I guess I’m a shit person too. Or I was. I told her that when I was walking the same path she’s walking. She’s not normal. I wasn’t, but I am now. And she doesn’t understand that it’s a big thing. You never understand until you’ve gone through it and gotten out alive. It’s like you start walking down this path because you see something intriguing and shiny down at the other end, and then you start walking and halfway through you realize that maybe it wasn’t a good idea, but by then it’s too late to turn back. So you keep walking and you get to the end of the path and you realize that the shiny thing was a razor blade… Or a gun. Take your pick. I’m sure none of this has made sense. Oh well. I just wanted to vent some stuff. Maybe she’ll read this. Doubt it. She probably won’t unless I tell her to. Maybe I shouldn’t.
