Bloody hippies.

"He's turning into a bloddy hippy"...First of all F*CK YOU A**EHOLE. Shows how much you bloody know. Why am I letting the opinion of a drunk get to me? Why do I care? Well, because I do. We've never really got on, in all truthfulness I don't think we're ever really got to know each other. I'm not sure either of us want to either. He's the type of guy who I wouldn't have anything to do with, if I had a choice. He's not a particularly bad man, just a nob. Our opinions aren't the same, but he's the type to make you feel like you are in the wrong for not agreeing. I hate people like that.

I don't want to end up like him. Alone. Job that's going nowhere. I guess he's just lonely. I know for myself already how much company alcohol can offer you. I guess I can't really blame him for not wanting to be alone. God knows I feel like that. From a young age I made the point that I wanted to prove to myself that I could be a better man than him. I'd try to do everything I wanted him to do, but he never did. Do I feel like I'm missing out, like I've missed out? Not really. It's hard to miss out on something you never had.

I told a friend about my plans for what happens if I see my life heading in his direction. He thought it was a crap plan. He's more than likely to be right. I shouldn't care about people, because as soon as I do that means that they are too good for me. As soon as I care then it's thin ice. I start wanting them, and of course that feeling isn't mutual. And it's not nice being on the outside looking in, wishing for something that is never gonna happen. Pull yourself together you silly sod.