One day.

He doesn't care. I don't know. I can't let myself be caught up in such ridiculos bullshite. So I will smoke my pot. I will live my life. Without him if need be. I can't see myself being anything more than a fair weather friend for him. Not by choice mind you, but by his own actions.
He has made it abundantly clear that he can do better. That the path that we once walked hand-in-hand down, with laughter and love has come to a fork, and while i was still deciding the safest route. He was already half-way down a random one. He left me behind. It is because I am not fun. It is because I am boring. It is because I am old. It is because I am ugly. It is because our pathes are no longer intertwined as they used to be. In fact.. Our pathes are separated by mountains. I will miss him. I will miss him so very much. But I KNOW that letting him go completely is the only way for me to retain my sanity. My music man. It has definately been an intense ride. But to be honest, it was still a waste of my fucking time.