Welcome to the World Bitch...

I met some incredible people in the last few years. The kind of friends that no matter what visions I had of the future, be they so far removed from reality as to be laughable or close enough to be just within reach, I saw these people as part of it.

No matter what I do, they are slipping away. It's just, I seem to be the only one that gives half a damn about this. I stopped trying to get back to see some of the people from the past, and as a result I've not seen them. There have been so many missed birthdays, celebrations, and dissapointments gone by without seeing these people. They don't even try to keep our friendship, and this saddens me beyond words.

Truthfully, even if I saw them tommorow, it's been so long that they've all changed and I'm trying to hold onto a friendship with a memory I have from a few years ago of what we all were when I stupidly thought of us as so tight knit that these people would be at my wedding, my funeral, my entire life... I can't help it, I saw them there...

But they're people, they changed... And as real people do, they moved on...
Why don't I?

These people still occupy so much of my thoughts, I just find I often wonder how much they even think of me any more... These people... The people I drew with, the people I spray painted plastic fruit and rocks gold with, the people I dug through trash looking for treasure, the people I fell over drunk with, the people I laughed/cried/hugged/punched/loved...

I just miss my friends...