Went to my friend’s going away party for his departure into an eight year military program.
I’ve only known him a year and hung out out with him a few times (once including an eight hour long traffic stop where we did significantly bond) and he gave me his first modded punk jacket he’s been working on for over a decade. All covered in hand sewn studs and handmade patches and middle school patches, all on a tweed jacket.
Went with a friend I’ve been extremely close with for almost ten years, and he gets so drunk he talks shit about us and is too wasted to give us a ride home like he promised.
Sometimes you realize you’ve been investing time in the wrong people when it’s too late, but luckily the people who matter never saw you as less important to begin with.
Been feeling too positive for my own good.