I find it funny that after all that has happened, I still care. I really wish that I didn’t, but I guess that it just signifies a difference in our personalities.
When I call you to congratulate you on your last show, and ask you how things are going, and tell you that I am proud of you, and all you do is act like a dick, it just makes me feel sorry for you. I know your life is perfect and magical and everything, but it would be nice of you to at least ask me how I am doing, or how things are going with my life… just to maybe even appear to not be such a selfish asshole.
But it’s my fault for expecting that out of you….I really do bring this shit upon myself.
I’m still sending you light and love though. Every time I think about you.