i sat on andy's bed, smoking a cigarette and watching the chappelle show with six of the boys i hang out with. my seventh floor boys. and i realized just how stupid i've been acting. i don't really need the emotional closeness to people that i think i do.

i'm okay with surface friendships. the ones that mainly involve smoking weed and laughing hysterically at nothing. that's all i really want for now.

(matt skiba - good fucking bye)