actually kill him...(note to readers - i'm being dramatic)
so i'll write more about the night later, but suffice it to say, as i got closer to 1am (and the Opera House car park closing) I asked Chris if he (and Mark) would walk me to my car - you wouldn't think this would be too much to ask of your oldest friend...
so we are half way there, he gets bored and says something to me about being independent, when i ask him to leave it, he continues, i tell him to fuck off and then keep walking...thinking he won't let me walk thru the city on my own after midnight, but no, he does...
i am just so mad, i'm mad, i'm disappointed, i'm mad i believed he could be different....and i'm disappointed that my childhood dreams have just well and truly gone up in smoke...
how could i have believed he could be so different??
:-(
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