Times like this I wish you were still in my life. My state, my town, my part of the country. I know I was an idiot and drove you away. I was too clingy, too emotional, too desperate. I had expectations of you that weren’t realistic. I told you way too much. I want to find some way to apologize to you, in a way that won’t make me seem more pathetic to you, but I have no idea how. I tried getting back in contact with you a month or so ago, and you made sure the conversation died as quickly as possible. I don’t blame you. I can’t. There’s a line in a song that makes me think of you all the time. “I wish that you were here with me to pass the full week-end”. Piazza, New York Catcher. I don’t know why, it’s not like we ever shared that song. Days with you were just brighter. I’ll never forget the night we were walking down Main St. singing “All I Want is You”. I suppose in even writing this I’m just proving the fact that I’m probably not over you. I would probably make the same stupid mistakes I made before with you. I just want you to somehow know I hope you’re living the life you want in DC. Part of me hopes you still give a thought to me every now and then. Most of me doesn’t blame you if you don’t.
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I’m finally starting to take responsibility for my life and how bad I’ve fucked it up so far. Fixing it all will take some time, but for once, I’m cautiously optimistic.
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I will never find love.
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I had a dream last night that a doctor gave me 5 years max to live. You think I would have been devastated, but I had never felt so alive and relieved.
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I’m not gay. (yes I probably am)
I don’t believe in gay marriage. (Listening to Family Tree by TV on the Radio makes me imagine me and another man getting married)
I’m a Christian. (I have so much doubt.)
I’m a good person. (I’ve gotten joy out of causing people pain.)
I’m a good friend. (I’ve dropped people like a bad habit.)
I’m happy. (I could crawl inside a bottle until I die.)
I love life. (I WILL go quietly into that good night. Most of the time I WANT to.)
I’m independent. (I desperately want someone to be by my side.)
I don’t believe in love. (Sometimes I overflow with it for someone. Never have I gotten that back.)
I don’t care about sex. (I’ve been desperate for another in my bed for so long.)I just want to truly be a good person and to be okay with myself.
Proletariat 6:10 pm on May 4, 2010 Permalink | Log in to Reply
*dull week-end.