Fucking hell

I've just found out that the guy, THE. GUY. From my high school. The hottie we all (well, me and my alleged best friend) were crushing on (until we realised we both liked him and I said 'Hmmm, I'm sure he doesn't even like me so you go for it' and she said 'Oh really, KThxBye' and a bond was Obliterated) has got a receding hairline now. 

 MY own mortality has just sent an icy breath down my neck. Fuck. Fuck. Shit I've got to get a center parting or something, try to drag my heels in the old aging process.  

This is so depressing, I can see why people who can afford it go wild with the old Botox/face lift/ass lift etc. 

 

*edit* that said, as I was finishing this post Dolly Parton 'Better Get To Livin' ' just came on so a sign maybe...? From God? Dolly? Both?

 

Also

Right, so if you have a problem and I sit up for hours, until the wee hours, telling you you're great and everything will work out for the best I kinda harbour a hope you may do the same for me should the time comes. That's normal, right? But nooooooo. As soon as I'm stressed said friend is AWOL. Feeling "too down" about their own bad decisions (and they are bad decisions) to literally acknowledge me (for weeks) when I'm super stressed and literally just needed one text saying 'you'll smash it don't worry'. I will not be there at 3am the next time you need me because this is like the 4th time it's happened and you're just taking the pish now. 'Sorry, was in a bad place' WEREN'T WE ALL but some of us did not get supportive 'you dont need to reply just know I'm here for you if you need me' texts because, once again, you shut down and closed off. Get therapy please, seriously. Anti depressants alone are NOT the key. This is not healthy.