I.

As January comes to an end - one twelfth of the year - it’s time to get it all out. I’ve never been much for New Years’ resolutions, let alone following them. Though they always seem to give everybody drive…right? Something to work towards? Or, in my opinion, fail at. I’ve got only two goals for this year (so far):
1. Write a book.
2. Record an album. (one of the three or so I’ve written)

II.

This is something that I’ve been meaning to address for about 6 years:

Dear Junior High Best Friend,
I’m done with you. I’ve come to realize that I cannot - will not - forgive you for what went down between us. I know it isn’t entirely your fault that it turned out this way, but it is your fault for going with it. You could have stood up for yourself - and me - and admitted that you did the exact same things (worse, in fact), and got away with it.
Some of the best memories of my adolescent life were spent with you, and you ruined it. To watch you, somebody I called my best friend, walk out of my life at 15, what did you want me to think? Like a kid who lost his best friend (pun intended). I still saw you every day. Most times, I still talked to you every day. But we were no longer pals. You even made sure to make me aware of that fact. And that’s how it stayed for 3 years.
But now, a young and more educated adult, here it is, direct, from me to you:
Fuck you.
I don’t need you.
I’m doing just fine without you.
Have a nice life,
Q