Were you ever a teenage zombie?

Being an adult really re-defines everything; I made this blog when Murderdolls was a really cool thing to be into c':

Bit of candid; me, when Wednesday 13 was cool
(I'd just turned 14, of course)

I feel like, as much as my physical appearance hasn't actually altered much, I have. A lot.

All of the MySpace in this one... 

I keep looking through old photos of me with now-distant friends and wondering how it happened. There were not massive arguments or monumental break downs; just casual, meandering distance. I've tried to reconnect to people, sure. The result is always lifeless, usually resulting in some long-passed rivalry to reemerge, reminding you of all the reasons you began to dislike a person.

And then, what if the gradually built-up brick wall of frustrations which you apply to a person also applies to you on the flipside? What if they begin to dislike you as much as you dislike them? 

As with all types of love, it is a plant that needs to be watered and fed, lest you wish it to wither and die. I feel that a lot of deeply impacting friendships of mine have dissolved this way, and there's one simple, constant factor within each and every one of these people; time. 

Face of The Day

also new ink :p