Heh, I realized something while I was over at my dad's house this weekend...
There really is some good around me. I mean, I had been complaining and whining about how there's NOTHING good here. Nothing good with my friends online, or my mom. All this negativity. Turns out I had been looking in the wrong place(s). I was messing with my young nephew. Giving him "The Claw". Tickling him... and I had so much fun. And me + my dad + my older brother + the dogs really have a lot of fun. It's just a great atmosphere of happiness and joy. I just didn't realize it until last night. Shameful of me.
Doesn't look like I'll be moving there, Trevor. Me and you won't ever be close again, from everything that has happened, and what I've done to you. You can't tell me we could be close again. The reason I wanted to move there was to get away from the negativity here, and to be with a close friend, and other good friends. But Dana or Tori or no one bothers to talk to me. You don't even bother to talk to me. It's been days since we've said anything. I mean.. is it really that hard to message me like, once a day and ask how I'm doing and stuff? Just take a minute out of your time? Just let me know I'm not alone, that I have friends out there somewhere? Not trying to be mean or anything. I just wish people still cared about me. Alex and Martin are the only ones that do.
And out of the 21 people I know (19 not including family), only two of those people bothered to remember my birthday. Martin remembered, and Hoondarrh did. An old friend of mine. Two people. Out of NINETEEN! Why? >_< ..Guess it's whatever.