Tuesday 8 December 2009

Every living soul can crawl.

Havnt blogged purposely for this blog in a long time.
Thought I best had, its a reett clasic way of getting rid of my emotions/thoughts/worries.

So... nothing revolutionary has happened to be honest.

The only thing really worth a mentioning is the way "friends" stab you in the back and come crawling to you with their problems when they need you. Its not unique to me, I know. This happens to everyone. So its not going to take much for me to persuade all of you to join me in shouting "TWATS".

Someone who at one moment you love to bits, you put all your effort into helping them/comforting them through their rough times. Trust them with your life.
Next you hear they have said something. Something small but meaningful.
Why? I have no idea.
I dont know what ive done. How ive done it.
Or how long this so called "friend" has been thinking like this.
But its made me wander.
Look at who I trust. Question that trust.
Question the meaning of the word "Friend".
Who can you trust?
Anyone?
To many questions and not enough time.

So yeah. Oh. My title.
Crawlers. Not clever or mature.
Im not sure if everyone knows what im on about. Im on about a person who will ignore you for months when they are happy/stable etc. and then when the shit hits the fan, come crawling back for your help/affection. Expecting all to be sound, as if nothing happened at all.
What's that about?
Rotten scum.
Its Disgusting.
Yet theres part of me which is telling me to help. Talk. Mend things but I really shouldnt. I know where it will end and what will be said.
Not worth it.


Anyhowwwwww. What a load of shit.
Sorry ferrr boring you all.
Merry Christmas and all that shit.