last ones standing.

if you have ever looked back on old photos, playlists, letters, anything that sparks a memory - you know the feeling.
i was walking past a friends house the other week and saw the sale sign out the front. having him move away still seems so surreal, probably because he was hardly at school anyway?! but i still remember the first time i stepped into his house. haha yea it's jarrad. i went home and pulled out a letter he wrote me and looked at pictures we'd taken and listened to a song that was ours, and cried. it's not the distance that really bothered me, it was the massive impact the move had on our friendship, the way it had developed over the years and the way it began to fall apart. and how hard would it be to try and repair it to it's peak if he lived in another state. makes me sad to think. i also think a part of me will always have room for him, but i really can't describe the feeling way i intend to.

isn't it funny how things change?

it got me thinking about other friendships that had broken. there was one that was always a bit on the rocks, but the whole thing came to a screaming halt at the end of november. i mean, where the hell are some peoples standards and morals?! and now i look like the bad guy, but whatever, i know where i stand annd other peoples insecurities aren't my problem.
think about respect, along with trust and reputation. they are the hardest things to gain, and the easiest thing to lose.
ahhhh it's a huge stab in the heart -

watching somebody turn into the person they swore they'd never become