let me tell you a story

i don't mind that im too nice. but sometimes it makes me feel like i just drove 40 miles at 4 in the morning to pick up a piece of shit person i dont even really know or owe anything too

this morning i got home around 2am, i lied in my bed half drunk, half regretting driving home

as i began to fall asleep i get a call from a friend, a friend thats barely an acquaintance, but someone thats a mutual friends with many people i know

hes at a club, stranded

after very little convincing, i got out of bed and drove down to aneheim to pick him up

my good deed for the day

i wait, twenty-eight minutes to be exact, 6 phone calls later

i realize hes not there, i wasted my gas and my precious sleeping time

i drop that sweatshirt thats been in my trunk for 4 months on my exes car,

since i was in the area.

i listened to that shitty band on my way home on the 91, the band i swore id never listen too, trying to feel those emotions i supressed long ago

i don't feel any lighter.

i don't feel like i am any more appreciated

i get home when the sky is dark purple fading into light blue and the streets are filling with cars, with people going to work

i don't mind that im too nice, especially when someone would rather pass out in the back of a pick up truck in a parking structure then wait for me.