I feel like I was in a pretty dark place a while back. Losing my house and everything I’d worked for and going all manic about everything like some tin foil hat nut job. If I had any friends back then, they must have had some kind of conversation about it. Like, hey man I’m really worried about him. I don’t know what he’s going through but it looks like he’s probably gonna end up hurt or in jail or worse. If he does make it out though go and if he ever stables out, we might not want to talk to him anymore. I’m not sure we need that kind of energy in our lives. I guess I’m glad I did all that work and got through the hard times. Wouldn’t mind like an every other weekend hangout or something. Maybe an annual camping trip. Guess we just have our own lives now
