So this week illustrates the fact as to why you choose your friends carefully. It also makes me wonder what the fact it is that I am actually doing with my life.
I want to go get drunk, be a dickhead dancing like a crazy person, have fun with people that I can actually trust. Have great sex with someone, someone who wants to just have sex with me, someone who doesn’t want to fuck the entire moving/breathing/seething population of Adelaide, who wants to hang out, who doesn’t want something casual. I want to be able to talk to the people in my life and know they aren’t talking about me behind my back. I want to wake up in the morning and want to go to work. I want to smile everyday because of someone, anyone decent.
These things that I want are some of the simplest to obtain yet seem so far out of my grasp on some days and yes I realise that having a positive mind helps but seriously sometimes things feel so hard and unobtainable, I am happy I get my ass out of bed and actually get it to work at all.
I will endeavour to find the things that make me happy but seriously if all you are going to do is bullshit to me and lie to me, judge me, talk about, use me. Save it. Keep it. I don’t want your time or your money. I am to the point of beyond caring about people who clearly don’t give a flying fuck about me really… Unless it suits them of course or they gain something from it.
So if I stop talking to you or walk past like you don’t exist chances are I no longer give a shit about what you have to say or what you are doing with your life. It works both ways, if you want it, you give it. Simple. A bit like respect! And if this hurts, ZERO is the amount of fucks being given
xxx – Free.