It's interesting

emotions set in, leave, and then others come in and do the same thing.

It all happens so fast, I don't even know who I am

What

I.

what

huh

Social Distortion

Came up 4 times tonight on my late night adventure, each time with an altered group of people.

I'm not exactly sure I get anything anymore about music. I'm the equivalent of a ghost who's not allowed to have an opinion basically according to someone, they know everything about me and who I am to say what I can and can't do.

I enjoy how you refer to me as one of your best friends but only treat me as such when you feel it's appropriate. All of my "attitude" comes from you treating me like I'm some piece of shit, like I've explained I will do nothing but retaliate, I will not start shit because I hate all confrontation.

I don't want to act like I have to assert myself to be apart of something when I shouldn't have to. It's like a fucking clique in a clique and I've never felt more isolated in my entire life. You've mentioned to me that I miss out on a lot of good times, and yeah I might but it's pretty much because of you I choose not to a lot of times, you have physically and metaphorically tried to seal me out of so many things that I really can't handle being around you when you're not sober. In an altered state of mind you are the biggest dick in the entire world and I don't get why the fuck I'm supposed to just turn the other cheek because that's just "Who we are". Fuck that , treat me with some god damn respect if I'm one of your "best friends".

It's amazing that it's pretty much true that my opinion doesn't mean a god damn thing. I've tried to contribute things here and there and get shot down so fast and so hard everyone wonders why I don't want to put any say into anything, or why I just keep to myself. Yet we have other people who contribute some awesome shit and think it's not good enough, sigh.

In other news, singing Story of my life in the same car as a certain someone created a wave of emotion in me that I don't even know how to deal with anymore....so I'll let some silly words not written by me do it

So I sit at the edge of my bed
I strum my guitar and I sing an outlaw love song
Wonderin' bout what you're doin' now and when you're comin' back

goodnight blogger and like 2 souls who care to read this lol