Fuck.

Friends. What friends? I barely have enough time for real ones.

Friends.

I don't need more friends. I need more time to be a better friend to the ones I already have.

< break >

Oh please, don't try to be my friend. Unless you know you're looking to be a real friend and not one of those like superficial people I couldn't give a fuck about say, three months down the road. Because goodness knows, I have friends that have been around for years and I'm treating them like rubbish now.

Heartpain.

And seeing my parents celebrated so happily, well...


Man, I'm fucked. It seems that the older I get, the more socially awkward I become. Surprisingly, this is related to how much less of an asshole I've become. At this rate, I highly doubt that I will be able to live up to their expectations.

Which is to say, disappointing.

Life Goals.

Make money, find partner, have kids, placate parents. Die happy.

Excess of money optional. Happiness is non-negotiable.