Burnin' bridges

I'm not very good at keeping friends. Over the years I've lost touch with most all of the ones I had from childed, 'cause at the time I quite honestly preferred my solitude and videogames. But to lose three people I thought surely qualified as some of my best friends, over the space of just two years... well I hope I never get used to this feeling. Too fill everybody whose anybody whose reading this blarg in, for about the past four years I've been in touch with a small group of eight or so people around my age, over Skype. They're all incredible people, and it's been a privilege just to know them. They were always there for me when I was feelin' blue, like today, and they patiently put up with a lot of ungentlemanly behavior from me. But now it only feels like a few of us are left, despite the fact most of us are still around. Incredibly I don't believe this particular falling out was predominantly my fault, even if I doubtless played a big role. Even so, I'm the one whose been selfishly betrayed by the three people whose friendship I'd made the most investments in. When it came time to collect I was cheated my due, if you'll forgive such a vain parable. Friendship isn't just being there for someone when they're down and not any other time, and that's what those three forgot. For my part I've done far too much damage trying to make them see; damage that has proven to be irreparable. I'm not leaving; I still have some good friends there who I want to try harder to keep, so I guess it's not really burning bridges. Just... reducing my expectations to zero so that I'll always be pleasantly surprised by a certain few, for once.

Anyway, I wanted to let those few know that I'm sad, even if they aren't, and I still love them; really, truly, like brothers.

Sing da' song, children.