Its time for me to feel a bit selfish today. If you think otherwise, well, you can go fuck yourselves, then.
I’ve been.. content. With life and everything. Work has consumed most of my time & I’m more grateful than ever. It comes to a point where I’d rather make money than have free time. When I do have some free time, I just don’t know what to do with myself.
Friends come and go. And I’ll just be here watching them take their own paths to what they’ve chosen to take, without hesitation. I’ve given up on the little efforts they make. Things aren’t what they seem anymore. Growing old together? Dear God, no. I don’t want this when I’m old! My surrounding when I’m around ‘the loves of my life’ became so very uncomfortable to the point where I feel like I have to back up my real self from them. Feeling that they do not deserve the real me anymore.
The lonely life is good. Real good. Better than what I’ve expected. And there is no one in the way anymore. I’m finally over my ex. I do what I wanna do without anyone’s permission.
Good life. Something I’ve been waiting for. Happiness, my long lost friend finally returns to me. Summer ‘11, you’re mine.