just as i was celebrating my victory...

...you come along and snatch away my damn trophy. how dare you? and at 6:43 a.m. in the morning.fortunately i was finally dozing off and my phone was on "silent" so i didn't get the message right away. then you tell me i sound sad. how the hell can you tell that from a text? i'm not sad! i'm just so fucking tired all the time and you don't get it. i feel like a fool for missing your friendship and an even bigger fool for telling you this. you apologize for being so distant and ask what you can do to make it up to me and my response is there is nothing to make up. but we all know there is and i'm gonna blow my top at you one day to let you know because that's what i do and then you're really gonna stop communicating with me. then again, maybe you won't. you always come back. after all these years, you still care enough to try to make it up to me. thanx for being you because you freakin rock. man i wanted to be so mad at you but i can't stay mad at you. what's that all about? i'm going to bed...i think.