“Why don’t I ever go out?”
“Because you don’t have a main group of friends anymore.”
“Why not?”
“Because you’re tired of the bullshit.”
It’s true, I am. Montrose, I love you, but I can’t relate with you anymore. Yes, I could go and “rage” at all the coolest parties, and hang out with all the coolest people, but why? To wake up hungover? To get involved in gossip and drama? To waste my energy on people who would never answer the phone on a night I really needed someone to talk to?
Going to France was the best thing that happened to me. It was the easiest way to weed all the tools out of my life. I can count on one hand the amount of people that stayed in touch with me that summer. But hey, I am certainly not bitter about it. I learned a valuable lesson, and a valuable word. “Acquaintances.” Yes, while I may have occasionally partied with you from time to time, and we may have shared “oh man, we got so drunk” stories, YOU are not my FRIEND.
So please, as much as I do appreciate the few close valuable friends I do have…the rest of you, please save me your half-hearted “I miss you so much”, when you happen to see my face around. You have my number. Call me to get lunch. If you miss me so much.
Take a look around at the things you value in life right now. Your alcohol intake. The drugs you’re doing. The people you are sleeping with. The parties you go to. The lies that you tell so you can seem more badass than the hipster next to you. How much of that is really who you want to be? Be young, have fun, but don’t be a damn idiot like I was a couple years ago. Call your mom. And please use fucking protection.
Lots of love (seriously),
Maryoceane
