Moving Along..

A and D came over to cook salmon and shoot the shit. I have a bottle of red wine and great memories.

I told him off today. I was honest, I put it to bed. It was awkward, I hated doing it. He was petty, brought up all sorts of nonsense to turn it around on me. Try to pick at the holes in my story, I'm so embarrassed I fell for his nonsense. Self-obsessed little prick. His weird friend is twice what he is. I hate him. I'm mad at myself for taking it, for even answering the phone. Nothing good comes from that kid. I'm mad at myself for giving it all away. At some point, it's just a joke. Don't play with people and expect them not to say anything. Now, at least, I will be left alone. Dirtbag. Calling me to stalk some girl in my office. It's disgusting. It's such a shame when the people you know are nothing like what you imagined; you feel like you're losing them. Reality is, there just never was. It's a hard reality to accept. It hits you, it really does.

"This is the life, how it go."

What can we do?

We wake up and keep it moving.