Tampa. Thirty minutes away from Brandon. Tampa was a safehaven. You could go out in public and never have that fear of running into some ridiculous person whose existence, you thought, was now just a picture in the yearbook you never bought. It was one thing to run into someone from highschool and get interrogated about your present life, and give answers to the endles “whatever happened to…” questions, but running into psycho-dykes was another thing. Yes, psycho-dykes can also be people from highschool, but since the encounter with a psycho-dyke is a much more devastating experience it has it’s own classification. May cause permanent scars. I lived in Tampa and I loved it. Until recently, now it’s like they started a riot girl chapter in my neighborhood. Girls with short, black hair, black, thick frame fake glasses, driving around in SUV’s and carrying cell phones. So revolutionary. All the people I can’t stand, just a few blocks away.
That topic is getting a bit boring for me. I’m having issues lately. With what you ask? Same thing as always, people. I suppose that’s the exact same topic, different people though. Friends. I have this thing where I like to have my very own original friends. The kind that don’t get sucked into ‘the circle of friends’. The type of friend you have that stays drama-free because they are never tangled in the web. You’re very own friendship vacation. Then you introduce them to one of your other friends and/or significant other and they are instantly vacuumed into the hole. Blending in with everyone else. Talking to you about everyone else. Unique friendship dissolved. Entering the evergrowing circle of friends. B-o-o-h-o-o, I’m sooo selfish.
Now I’m haunted by an Ani lyric that’s playing in my head. I’m compelled to share. “I want my old friends. I want my old face. I want my old mind, fuck this time and place”. Although, getting away from everyone and everything would probably suffice. Not to mention it would be easier to obtain. I’d like to end this by saying that I hope I didn’t offend anyone by this, but there really is no need because nobody reads this anyway.