MISSSTAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAKE!! (20 points to the person who knows this reference)
I should not have posted so many of my thoughts in public view. it dissuades the ever alluring unknown. mystery, my friends, is sexy.
granted I’ve cut back, predominately because things are generally better. I don’t regret what I’ve done, it helped quell relentless thought patterns for short time periods, and the heart I’ve poured into some of my entries shant be forgotten.
for the most part, it’s fine… but the issue I’ve realized, is when the girl who’ve I’ve inferred to so very many times, has come around to read this.
if she really wanted to know what’s going on. she’d come to me. this thought-painting has served to destroy that pathway immediately and thoroughly. I don’t have proof, I’m just assuming based on evidence.
I tried to put things out like a blahog disclaimer, and keep my thoughts as jumbled and incomplete as possible, but I tend to rant. in doing so, I’ve expose far more than I intended, illustrated a far more exaggerated reality than I may actually feel. a private journal in many/most cases would have sufficed….
Live and Learn. Pine and Pine and Pine and Pine…. fucking A.
I miss her still, as if we said “talk to you later” yesterday. my god…I wish she would call.