Management

I realized I didn't really answer my statement in the last blog.

I think I'm able to manage things because of all the tragedies I've been through. "They aren't tragedies," you might say, but they are to me. Cody Flowers is dead. Suicide. How? What would change if it was someone else? You know, sometimes I don't want to handle it. I don't want to be able to deal with your problems. Sometimes I want someone who is there for me; truthfully and honestly there for me. And who shows it with actions, not just words. You're supposed to be my best friend, and yet we don't even know each other. Don't tell me a promise you can't keep your word on.

I'm just going to try something new with my life. Maybe I'll just stop all forms of communication, drop out of school, and be a bum the rest of my life. Nothing just sounds right anymore.

Goodnight,