back in the game.
Birthday at the end of the month, and for the third year in a row a person I thought so highly of has ruined the whole month of August for me. Again. I’m tired of being nothing but good to people and getting fucked over by them.
My outlook on humanity has changed entirely. I look out for myself and the very few I would do anything for. But I have to admit I say all this out of hurt and pain. In no way spiteful at all.
And that’s what is so heartbreaking. I’m not even angry. I’m genuinely heartbroken. And angie doesn’t give two shits. It tells me, even though I thought the world of our friendship; and would do anything I could for her, I must have never really ment anything to her if it was that easy for her to fuck.me over like that. I wouldnt do her the way she did me even if I was in her position.
I’m dropping it now. I have much more important things to be tripping about than some other little human. Like trying to salvage what’s left of my relationship.
Fuck everything but music.
