:: Gloom ::
My social life has been reduced to shit.
Seriously. What i have left is my family, and about a handful of trustees i can safely and honestly say can be bothered about where i am on the weekends, and how my week's been in camp.
The rest. Have either moved on - or have just forgotten what it was like to be my friend.
It's truly a great big white world, and i have truly been drained of my colours.
Yes i am whining. I don't know why i've been discarded, i don't know why i've been left aside - and frankly i'm learning not to care. Vengeance is last tuesday's breakfast - forgotten and commonplace. I won't curse, i won't swear. I will accept.
I'm so fucking fed up with where this is all headed. I seriously need to meet new people.
I haven't felt this way in such a long time, and i'm fucking glad i bought myself that bottle of Sheridan's from the airport. My only companion comes in the form of a colgate glass and a pack of 20's every night before i sleep.
I was just out with Chris when he so suddenly burst out in a fit of 'omg sal i need a girlfriend' and when i ask him why - he states 'i just need to know that there's someone i can just come home or book out to.' Well fellow sergeant, i hear that. But the truth is. That's honestly just as good as wishing for a fast-forward to your ORD.
But what the hell. I'm not broken, at least not yet - and i'm learning to handle my own better than most people think.
I'm talking to Desmond about it now and unsurprisingly, he feels the same goddamn way. You should really check out his pictures. Here's one that i just clicked with the instant i laid eyes upon it.
spoken. at 2:56 AM
My social life has been reduced to shit.
Seriously. What i have left is my family, and about a handful of trustees i can safely and honestly say can be bothered about where i am on the weekends, and how my week's been in camp.
The rest. Have either moved on - or have just forgotten what it was like to be my friend.
It's truly a great big white world, and i have truly been drained of my colours.
Yes i am whining. I don't know why i've been discarded, i don't know why i've been left aside - and frankly i'm learning not to care. Vengeance is last tuesday's breakfast - forgotten and commonplace. I won't curse, i won't swear. I will accept.
I'm so fucking fed up with where this is all headed. I seriously need to meet new people.
I haven't felt this way in such a long time, and i'm fucking glad i bought myself that bottle of Sheridan's from the airport. My only companion comes in the form of a colgate glass and a pack of 20's every night before i sleep.
I was just out with Chris when he so suddenly burst out in a fit of 'omg sal i need a girlfriend' and when i ask him why - he states 'i just need to know that there's someone i can just come home or book out to.' Well fellow sergeant, i hear that. But the truth is. That's honestly just as good as wishing for a fast-forward to your ORD.
But what the hell. I'm not broken, at least not yet - and i'm learning to handle my own better than most people think.
I'm talking to Desmond about it now and unsurprisingly, he feels the same goddamn way. You should really check out his pictures. Here's one that i just clicked with the instant i laid eyes upon it.
spoken. at 2:56 AM
