I used to care, but things have changed

So here is the deal. I am out of friends. I woke up the other morning and realized that the friends I have are no longer what they once were. I wish this was not true, but I see no way around it. In the last few years me and mine have done much to be, who we want to be, for them. They have done nothing. My sons birthday was the other day and not one call, email or present. Mine and my wife's are in the next few weeks to come. I bet they will go unnoticed. 

I realized that friends, the ones you consider best, should remember these things. Are we old friends that only have the old in common? I think so. This makes me sad. I wish it was different.

When my son was born, nobody came. I am starting to believe that if we did not go see them, they still, to this day, would not have met gray. This makes me extremely sad. 

Nobody reads this so I do not care. I figure one day, when I die, they may go through this and see what I see. They will feel what I felt and think what I think. They will miss it for now.

High, not hi

There are moments of genius where I realize how great we are. I know where I have been and where we are going. This one is my favorite. Nobody will ever read or ever know; because this will be overlooked by all, even myself. I complain to much. I hate how I make her feel, she is wonderfull.

I cannot wait for tomorrow. that is a very first in a long time. I am lost. I a venture of weakness and despair. We dance and wonder where this destany bring us. What is the next step and when do we leave. I want to come back and see my togethers....