I realize that I don’t have many true friends in my life. I don’t know if I really have one. The best friends I know are too busy when I’m in a crisis, and don’t do favors for me unless there’s something in it for them. I’m not saying all, but most. The best friend I have is a spoiled brat who tries hard so hard to be masculine, he defines it in a way by being a complete jerkoff. He’s never there for me and all he ever talks about is him. He offers no advice whatsoever and no meaningful conversation now that he’s blown his brains open with drugs.
My next closest friend never sparks a conversation to begin with and is either working or doped out, in fact, fuels my drug addiction for me. Furthermore, does nothing but come to my house and sit there. I guess that’s a better friend than the first. I don’t know which is the lesser of two evils. I’m really getting tired of it. On top of it all, he macks fully on his new girlfriend in front of me with no regard that him coming to my house and making out with his girlfriend is offensive to me given that I’m miserable without my girlfriend. So I’m seriously at a standstill. I don’t want to hear any more of their arguing and calling each other sweetie in a passive-aggressive manner.
I don’t even know what other friends I have. The ones I do have I hardly ever see. These are the two who bother to put up with me everyday. I see now why my girlfriend left me. The only kind of people I obviously deserve in my life are these two. Maybe I’m just a leg on the tripod of stooges. Wonderful isn’t it? I’m ranting now. I have my job training tomorrow. Yay.
P.S. Gays are second class citizens, a message I’ve been promoting for the longest time. I’m glad someone shares my sentiment.
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