I have a good life, good family, a good job with good benefits but.... things are shitty still. My best friend who ive known since age 8, wont talk to me anymore. I am now 25. We got in a fight at the house we were living and after weapons were drawn, i dropped mine and left. This all happened last year. After getting out of the mental hospital for the 2nd time last year, we agreed to not talking. We havent spoken in 3 months and i think it is for the best. It still bugs me too but im slowly getting over it. Its a little harder since i dont believe in relationships since relationships in america never work (at least not in the present day). But lately ive been doing very good. I have some good ideas to make money and a living and i cant anything get the better of me. Ultimately, its been a hard 2 years.
Weapons being drawn? You wouldn't happen to either a: be living in the ghetto, or b: living in 1888 with Doctor Emett Brown, would you? :eyebrow:
The weapons factor would have gotten worse, but i knew and he knew that i couldnt defend myself from him. Its true i had 2 knives and he had a twisted, broken wine bottle, but defending myself from him would be almost impossible to achieve unless i had a gun. To be frankly honest im not violent to begin with and only drew a weapon when he was coming after me. Ive known this kid for years and ive seen his temper, not fun to watch. I still get paranoid when i would call him, thats why i stopped. He's a nice kid, but when he is angry he is nothing short of a frenzied freak that cannot be beaten. I cant name how many people that were twice his size in school and at home that fought him and got their asses handed to them.