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2008 15 December :: 7.43pm
Things have been pretty crazy lately, and are finally starting to calm down.
We have the house to ourselves.
Haven't lived by ourselves since August.
Im signed up for spring classes.
Hopefully the funding goes through.
I started talking to Tara a lot more latley, and it makes me miss the past.
When I lived a more adventurous life.
When nothing mattered but having fun.
I don't do spontaneous things anymore.
And I should.
I need to, but I really don't have anyone to do them with because I have distanced myself so much from everyone.
Put miles between us.
I really miss hanging out with friends.
Not that I don't love hanging out with Mike, but ya know..
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2008 15 December :: 5.36pm
:: Mood: aggravated
I had a post all planned out, half-typed, orderly, cute, witty.
And then my little sister forgot her homework at school and was afraid to tell my father, who was eavesdropping anyway, and whilst dropping said eaves got majorly pissed.
Because let's face it, 10 year-olds should never ever make mistakes.
We're talking EVER.
She threw her arms around me, sobbing, and he was already wrenching her away from me. So of course I, too, start sobbing.
"You're not their mother. And I think it's pretty obvious you weren't meant to ever be a mother."
And here I go crying again.
I don't write this shit to torment myself. At all. I don't revel in dumping my purse of life problems out for every one to gawk at. I divulge these dirties as a way of letting someone else know that it's going to be okay.
No, I know it isn't. I know it's far from 'fine.' I know you still lie there in your bed and clench your eyelids shut, still wishing you'd wake up some place new.
Someplace nice.
Me, I don't have a someplace nice. Sure I have a split family so if things get rough at my dad's, it's off to my mom's, and vice versa. But before you rant and rave about being a cop-out and cowardice, it wasn't pretty either place.
I always had two options: watch drugs devour my family, or watch my dad abuse my other family until implosion.
I don't have a haven.
I have Alex, but he's got a life, respectively. And he should.
Samm, Hil, Joey, Jer, Foobz.
Even my therapist has to cut the shit and live his own life.
I know this.
Even so, I still keep searching for someone. Someone just for me. Someone to know all of my secrets and doubts. Not fears. I fear nothing (ahhhh ha).
It's unrealistic. I could tell myself that. In fact I do.
But my life is a soap opera and so, is unrealistic in itself.
I feel surreal all of the time. I think about all the other places I could be, analyze all of the actions I could put in motion. I feel like I'm constantly in a dream.
And I quit crack sooooo long ago.*
People look at me and ask what's missing.
I look at them and answer, "me."
Because it's true. I'm not there. My heart isn't in it. And honestly, I feel like I could reach my hand out and swirl it really fast and this illusion would disappear in smokey wisps.
There are only four things in my world that can make my heart flutter alive: my son Isaiah Jakob, my sister Cam, Samm, and increasingly more - Alex.
I can honestly say those four people have heard my unrestrained feelings, thoughts, and secrets.
They make me smile 'fo real.
So before I go crash (yay painkillers, boo kidney/appendix/bladder/urinary tract infection!), let's end this on a good note.
Samm and Alex and Foobz will appreciate this for sure. Everyone else: if you have no idea what the fuck this represents, go to YouTube.com and search David Blaine's Street Magic (1, 2 & 3) The girl is my little sister Courtney - which only increases the hilarity.
All right you three! this is for you.
"Cheez its! Cheez its! CHEEZ ITS!!"
"You shrunk my Honda, you bitch!"
* kidding about the crack.
[edit 1:00am]
No, kidneys, I quit on YOU first.
Beat you to the fucking punch.
No do-overs.
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2008 15 December :: 2.53am
:: Mood: scared
It's 3 am and you're probably wondering why I'm online.
I don't want to be.
I just can't move.
But over the past 3 hours my kidneys have started their usual bullshit and there's blood in my piss and I - can't - friggen - move.
Pyelonephritis rears its ugly head yet again and we are soooooo not friends.
So here I sit until my mother arrives to haul my ass off to the hospital for some IV drugs, antibiotics, and a prescription.
Anyone want a 3rd kidney*?
I'm looking to get rid of mine.
Violently.
* I actually have three, THREE, kidneys. This is why I get pyelonephritis all the time.
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2008 14 December :: 4.38pm
:: Mood: lazy
If I ever leave this world alive, well thank you for the things you did in my life.
If I ever leave this world alive, I'll come back down and sit beside your feet tonight.
Wherever I am, you'll always be, more than just a memory.
If I ever leave this world alive.
If I ever leave this world alive, I'll take on all the sadness that I left behind.
If I ever leave this world alive, the madness that you feel will soon subside.
So in a word, don't shed a tear. I'll be here when it all gets weird.
If I ever leave this world alive.
So, when in doubt just call my name. Just before you go insane.
If I ever leave this world-
hey, I may never leave this world-
but if I ever leave this world, alive.
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2008 12 December :: 3.53pm
Jimi sent me this today
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2008 12 December :: 1.48pm
My dad bought a new TV, gonna watch Batman on it.
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2008 12 December :: 3.13am
https://www.officialobamacoin.com/
this grinds my gears.
really, he's not president yet and the quotes from people in that little animation are amazing, they are praising how amazing of a president he is.
the guy wasn't even in the senate for a whole year before he started his campaign to run for president, how great of a guy does that make him?
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2008 12 December :: 2.46am
As if life hasn't been good enough to me, tonight i bowled a 212, 160, and 190.
my average is 156
my new high game is 212
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2008 12 December :: 1.53am
I'm really getting a kick out of people on the internet.
Anyone familiar with my journal knows that I speak in generalities in my journal and it is often quite open ended in style, I do not speak of specific names or occurrences in my writing. Chances are if I am writing something and you read it, then it has nothing to do with you specifically.
With that said, someone read a 2 line entry of mine and it was somehow more inflammatory then a very long flame war, really that is flattering that my writing has that kind of impact but that is really giving me far too much literary credit. The said entry did was not in reference to said person that was upset, it was a recollection of the whole day and the childishness of the flame war that was previously mentioned. And to begin with, most of the things I write on here should really be taken with a grain of salt.
But hey, let's all get pissed off on the internet.
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2008 11 December :: 10.37pm
:: Mood: bored
"Terrible lesson for kids! Nursery rhymes. You know; Jack and Jill went up the hill to fetch a pail of water. Jack fell down and broke his crown, which I later learned meant his CRANIUM, I thought his HAT FELL OFF, or something!
And Jill came tumbling after.
And! that is a true fable of the time, I think about the 16th century, about two illicit lovers who used to go up to the, uh, hill - out of the sight of the villagers - and have it off behind their spouses' backs. What's the moral there?!
Don't fuck around with sluts or you get your head caved in.
I've never worked out what the moral of Humpty Dumpty is. I can only think of, 'Don't sit on a wall if you're an egg.'
How is that applicable to an 8 year-old human?
'Well what's the moral there?'
'Don't sit on a wall, if you're an egg.'
'What? Of course I wouldn't. I.. how.. what d'you mean IF you're an egg?!'
It's not gonna happen, is it? Are there eggs reading that going, 'Whoa, was gonna jump up there but not now! Oh god. Don't get on there if you're an egg!'
'Eh?'
'Read that!'
'Fuck!'
And don't send horses to perform medical procedures. I mean, of course they couldn't put him together again. It's obvious. They haven't got the dexterity. It's obvious; I wouldn't have sent them in the first place! Experiment? Don't experiment. They can't.. they can't even scrub up. They haven't got thumbs, let alone OPPOSABLE thumbs. They couldn't sew to save their life.
If I had to DESIGN a perfect egg-crushing device, it would be a hoof. Doesn't matter if their the King's horses or Step-Toe's horses. All of the King's horses? Certainly he doesn't send ALL OF THEM. It's gonna be chaos!
I only know that he's an egg from pictorial evidence and he's clearly an egg...an egg thing...an egg with eyes and trousers. But that isn't mentioned in the whole thing. That'd be the FIRST thing I'd mention! I'd say, 'Once right, there was an egg that could climb walls..'
If your surname is Dumpty, don't call your firstborn Humpty. He's already an egg. That's not enough of a stigma?
'How's the baby?'
'It's an egg. It's.. just an egg.'
'Ah really, what're you gonna call it?'
'Humpty Dumpty.'
'Well don't make it worse.. that's a wind-up, that is. Just call him Johnny or something. Stick a balaclava over him. The worst he'll get is Fatty Johnny. Humpty Dumpty the Egg?! He's gonna get the piss ripped outta him. Probably jumped off the wall!'"
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2008 11 December :: 8.58pm
:: Mood: amused
Hey guys.
Guys.
Hey um.
I just wanna throw this out there..
If you ever come over and feel like throwing caution to the wind and driving like an a-hole, forgetting my driveway passes over ravines with coverts underneath, and get your rear tire stuck IN one of said coverts, please - bring your own tow strap.
Because it's kind of embarrassing when my mommy has to come pull you out in her Jeep. Even if you're Alex Drayton.
Just sayin'.
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2008 11 December :: 7.33pm
Well I must have done something wrong. Now I don't get to read the daily updates on the happy lives of the Rainbow Friends and their residence in the Gingerbread House Paradise.
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2008 11 December :: 3.30pm
Heh, so I guess some people don't like what I have to say.
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2008 11 December :: 4.09am
whatever bad things have happened in the past all melt away when i see her smile.
and that makes me smile.
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2008 9 December :: 2.17pm
i just found a BSC cd, it was buried in some stuff.
hahaha, brings back highschool memories.
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2008 9 December :: 11.25am
I'm going to see one of my favorite bands (Of Montreal!! and the Fiery Furnaces) tonight and I plan to get trashed before, during and after. I hope Kevin Barnes gets naked. Oh shit, son.
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2008 9 December :: 12.10am
People are showing their true colors.
Rather disappointed with folks.
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2008 8 December :: 11.23pm
:: Mood: productive
Don't mean to flip flop..
But I am sick of feeling angry towards my dad. I am tired of feeling like all he does is blow the chances I give him. Once again, do not mean to flip flop, but I am done. I really am. And not done as in finished with him. I think me and him just need to have a heart to heart. No, he is not the easiest person to talk to, in fact, he is the hardest person I know of to talk to. About anything. Unless it's cars, Harley's, Tattoos, Music, or whatever else he is into. But, I really am just exhausted with this whole mess. And so I believe now it is time to clean it up. Try my best to make things work. Make things decent at the least. Any step forward would be better than this, right now. I think I am doing the mature thing, and also the best thing for us both. I don't want to have a bad relationship with my dad. I don't want the only things I say about him to be bad ones. I would really hate it if me and him ended up in the future with no communication or relationship with each other. I want to hear things from him first hand. Not from extended family members or my siblings. I don't want to look back on this and think "Why didn't I just talk to him about how I was feeling?".
So I am making the decision to talk it out.
"I think you guys just need to sit down and hash all of this stuff out"...I think you're right, Mom. And I trust you. So I am going to.
No more angry blogs about my father...I hope anyways.
Wish me luck.
-Samm
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2008 8 December :: 11.15pm
these past few entries have been all emo and shit, and the next few arn't going to get any better.
if you want to talk shit about someone do it elsewhere, this is MY place to write what i think.
Don't be a dick on my woohu, thats my job.
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2008 8 December :: 12.52pm
I want to be pickles the drummer
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2008 7 December :: 12.18pm
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2008 7 December :: 3.48am
02:36:20 < Danno> < Kidsune> Shhhh, don't tell anyone, but i'm gonna go down on
you...
02:36:20 < Danno> < Kidsune> And you're gonna love it...
02:36:20 < Danno> < Kidsune> But it's only going to be long enough to let you
start enjoying it...
02:36:23 < Danno> < Kidsune> Then i'm gonna come back up again and fuck you, big
time...
02:36:26 < Danno> < Kidsune> Lots of love,
02:36:28 < Danno> < Kidsune> Fuel Prices
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2008 6 December :: 6.24pm
:: Music: "Bad Influence" By: Pink
Good times..
After hearing about my bad night, I am greatful to say I have a great friend who was willing to brave the storms to come out to my house. Jess, thank you so much. That made me night. And once again, I'm sorry I wasn't able to make it to your Birthday dinner. But, it was the first time in a LONG time you stayed at my house. First time in a long time anyone has stayed at my house. I had a good time. And usually you stay awake way after I go to sleep, haha. But, like you said, you were running on an hour of sleep. So, I can't really blame you for passing out as soon as I put the blanket on you. We didn't go anywhere, other than the store and Burger King, but we had alot of fun. We watched "Ghost Adventures" and made fun of the guy doing the show. "Are you touching me right now, Raymond?" "I don't care, I hate snakes. If I see one, I don't even care. I'm running away and screaming like a girl. I hate snakes." "No one should go out that way..in a shower...or naked." "Our gift to you is Aaron." "What the hell dude!" Good times, good times.
I want you to know I really appreciate you coming over last night. If it wasn't for you, I probably would have a horrible night. Thank you and I love you!
-Samm
P.S.- Thank you for the King Size Reese's Cups, Some of your Hershey's Bar, and what was left of your small fries.
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2008 5 December :: 9.36pm
:: Mood: drained
:: Music: "It's all your fault" By: Pink
Father dearest,
It hurt on Monday when we saw each other at Brie's concert and you didn't say hi to me, or even acknowledge I was there. But, it's just getting ridiculous. I am going to let loose right now, because everyone who knows about you, knows I need to. You ignored me all night at Brianna's Choir Concert. No hi, no wave, nada. Okay, whatever, maybe you wanted to get in the Auditorium quick to get a seat. Fine. But, afterwards, you give all of the other kids a hug and say you love them and goodbye. What did I get? I'll tell you. A cold shoulder. If this is about me and dropping out of High School and getting my GED, you don't have to fucking treat me like I just told you I was addicted to heroin. You barely look at me, you don't say a word, until tonight.
Dad: So, you're not going then I take it?
Samm: No, I'm not feeling great right now, I have to help with Ava, and I have plans with Jess this weekend.
Dad: *Corners Samm* Are you mad at Allison[1]or something?!
Samm: Umm, no, why the hell would I be?
Dad: You didn't say anything to her all night Monday at Brie's concert.
Samm: I said hi and had a WHOLE conversation even about hair colour.
Dad: Fine.
[1] Allison is my dad's girlfriend. Right it seems to me that maybe she is running to my dad when I don't have a whole lot to say.
I didn't like the way you cornered me and towered over me, like you used to when I was a little kid. I wanted to cry, revert back to the five year old scared of her dad. I wish my mother had spawn me and the 3 other kids with someone nicer. Someone better. Someone who wouldn't go a month or so without a phone call or visit.
I would never pull the trigger,
But I have cried wolf a thousand times,
I wish you could feel as bad as I do,
I have lost my mind.
Alot of my blogs are about you. But, I wish that for once I could have a good blog about you. You crush that hope all the time. Right now, you are treating me like a disease. "Stay away from her, don't touch, barely talk to her, and don't really look at her". This damn song is on repeat. Because parts of it remind me of you. I wish we could have a good relationship. But, I am done trying. I'm the one making the attempt, and when I try to find common ground with you, you say "hmm, hmmph, uh huh, ok". Your usual responses. Like my ideas are stupid. And sorry to say this; Wait, strike that. Fuck being sorry. I'm done with that. But, frankly, your girlfriend, Allison, seems a bit stuck up. She tips her nose up everytime she's around us. Everytime I bring up a thought, she makes me feel stupid. With her polite frown and "hmm" remarks. Maybe thats why you think we didn't talk that night. I was doing the talking, she was just saying "hmm". One way conversation. I mean come on, why her? Now Brooke, she was the best. We were like friends, her and I. Her parents(I still call them Grandma and Grandpa Miller to this day) took us bowling, to karaoke, etc. Her dad was awesome. We all watched NASCAR together, he got me those "Metal Edge" magazines I loved, they both spoiled us. What happened? Fuck that up to?
You know Dad, I want you to be happy. But, lately, I just want you to feel half of the hurt I feel. So, if you are going to continue to ignore me, treat me like shit, make me feel like a horrible person, guilt trip me, etc..... then don't come back for me every other weekend. I want someone who is supportive, understanding, caring, loving, funny, genuinely nice, etc. for a dad. You try. But, you can't wear that mask forever. You can't pretend to be a family guy who loves to spend time with his kids. Because come on man, we know thats not true. Or, if it was, you wouldn't ditch them for concerts, parties, bowling, and, oh of course...Allison. Don't worry about me anymore. The tears will evaporate, my smile will come back..brighter than ever. And it won't be my dear old dad who gave me the thousand watt smile. It will be my mom. Because she is the definition of a parent. You are the guy who likes to pretend he doesn't have kids. Especially me because I am a High school drop out who had a pregnancy scare. Sorry we aren't all as perfect as you. Bye.
-Samm
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2008 5 December :: 11.59am
:: Mood: gahh
:: Music: "Bad Influence" By: Pink
I'm so glad..
He makes everything seem at least a little better. Everything seems less complicated while the other guy is IMing and saying I am wrong. I guess maybe I am. Oh, maybe you are a sweet, innocent guy. Or, maybe(more like probably) not. And when I finally say to you that I'm done, you come back at me with "Not the first person to say that". Maybe because you push people away without realizing it. Maybe it's because you treat girls like they are just some prostitute you picked up from the streets. Maybe because you don't even know when you're doing it. Deny, Deny, Deny all you want. I'm done. Honestly. Completely. Fed up. Things seemed okay, for a little while, then I just started to ignore everything dispicable about you. I'm done ignoring them. Done pretending they don't exist. Done saying "He's not that bad". Finished. To all of you out there who support me, thanks alot. I wouldn't have been able to do it without you. Now, I am going to have a good conversation. With the guy who makes me feel like a person. Instead of the one who makes me feel like a pile of shit.
-Samm
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2008 5 December :: 3.42am
Dear Alex,
This is an entry on my woohu for a few reasons:
1) I can't cram it all into texts.
2) You told me I'm not allowed to call you.
3) You never read my letters.
It's public because I have nothing to hide, and I need every one to know what's inside my chest.
Earlier on the phone it was nothing but arguing. Perhaps I cried a little (or a lot) but mostly it was arguing. Whenever you're angry with me you take the stance of someone disciplining a puppy for pissing on the floor. You can do no wrong.
You are god.
And when I speak up to say something against you, something you may not like, you tell me to leave.
You tell me you're done.
You tell me you've had enough.
So predictable.
You're seething about the 'puppy pissing on the floor - you are god' comment, aren't you?
..yeah, case and point.
The biggest issue with you is that you've always been the jealous type. Paranoid, too. So now that you've got your shot at vindication you'll run us into the ground before you give it up.
Because honestly baby, that's all you've ever been about: self-absolution.
You can roll your eyes and call me and ream me, that's fine.
I'm not sure I'm whipped enough anymore to even answer.
But my voicemail is always free.
I've done way too much 'proving myself' to you for the credit you've actually given back to me.
Way. Too. Much.
I have been nothing but amazing to you. I have bowed down to (nearly) every whim you have ever had.
You HATED every time another guy would talk to me. Even look at me. But man, that shit had been happening long before you. For awhile I thought it would be enough for you to know I was yours, to be able to say, "Yeah man, that's her."
For awhile, it was.
Yet the difference between you and I is this: my friends are friends, no matter what equipment they're carrying.
You and every person who will ever read this knows goddamn well that I would never cheat. I have always been faithful to you.
So what the fuck.
I'll admit this particular situation was fucked up, yeah, but it isn't the first.
And I let you lay into my ass for HOW long, telling me how wrong I was? how much of a liar I am? how oh-so-sick-and-tired you are?
So you tell me off.
Okay, I say.
I tell you goodbye - because god knows you won't leave without one.
And later on, you call and tell me you love me.
Mind you, this is AFTER you tell me you'd rather just be done with me because there's just too much bullshit and blablahblahblahblah.
So what was the I Love You, for?
I'll tell you what it was for.
You aren't done.
It isn't too much to deal with.
You still want me.
You still need me.
You come home at night, Alex, and you feel like you should call me and let me know you're going to bed just like you always fucking have.
You get in your car and look into your passenger seat and half expect to see me there, feet up in your windshield, like always.
You save our photos and all of those songs and notes because you need them.
But you also need to assure yourself that no, you're not that jealous and you aren't that paranoid because omg for the first time ever you have a reason to shove in everybody's faces to prove it!!
Alright, sir. I just have one thing to say.
I hope you get that absolution and it's worth losing me over.
You used to hold the door for me. Now you can't wait to leave.
You use to send me flowers if you fucked up in my dreams.
I used to make you laugh with all the silly shit I did.
Now you roll your eyes and walk away, and shake your head.
When the spark has gone and the candles are out,
and the song is done, and there's no more sound,
whispers turn to yelling.. and I'm thinking..
How do we get so mean? How do we just move on?
How do you feel in the morning when it comes and everything's undone?
Is it 'cause we wanna be free?
Well that's not me. Normally I'm so strong.
I just can't wake up on the floor like a thousand times before,
knowing that forever won't be.
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I've figured out why this time doesn't hurt. I know why my heart isn't breaking into a million pieces.
Because it's false.
Because this isn't even worth fighting about. It's just an excuse.
I don't feel bad because *gasp* I didn't do ANYTHING WRONG.
You can call me a liar. You can call me scandalous.
But I think it's pretty obvious who needs to shut up.
Pick up.
Grow up.
We both know things are perfect. You just keep holding the shroud of every mistake over it.
You were my best friend.
I told you earlier that you still were, and that it mattered more to me than ever getting back together.
You chose to ignore me.
But god forbid I ignore you, Alex.
Hell have mercy on me, should I decide to.
I'm still Ceej. I'm still going to look this way without you. I'm still going to be a kickass photographer and make-up stylist. I'm still going to get stopped on the streets.
I'm still going to be the fucking rock star that I am.
I never would have thought my foundations would have weakened so much for somebody.
I loved you, more than anything in the fucking world.
I STILL DO.
I said forever and I meant it. But I'm not going to chase you anymore.
Your turn.
You can pack this up and work on something worth building with me.
You say I haven't proved enough to you?
Ha, well Alex, look who's missing who.
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2008 4 December :: 11.27pm
:: Mood: resolute
Today was bad in all respects, but I can say it should have been a lot worse.
I just decided not to let it get that far.
Who knows why.
Emilio and I were at Meijer earlier and it was snowing (like out of a cute Christmas book) when we made our exit. After catching snowflakes on our tongues and in our eyes I tucked him into his car seat, ready for the road. But then he held his wet hand up in my face and said, "Gone?"
"Yeah buddy, all gone."
But you're too young to know that snow melts because it's really just water and your little hands were just too warm to sustain it in its frozen form..
So we settled for, "Even the biggest snowflakes have bed times, darling, and when we get home - it's yours."
But then I got to thinking.
His inquisitive face and innocent question really wound themselves in my head.
"Gone?"
Why? And where has it gone to? And will it come back?
The same questions I've been asking myself over and over about Alex and everything we had.
What did I do? What did he do? Was it so bad that it wasn't worth fighting for us anymore?
Was my hand too warm?
Or am I relying on my naivete of youth?
I don't know.
All I DO know is that this doesn't hurt as bad as it did before, and I don't feel like calling him because I really don't have anything else to say or the means to put anything together, and I haven't felt like I've needed a good cry in so long because for once - myself is enough for me.
I'm tired. Of this. I wanted things to be great and he had so many reasons why they couldn't be. So many things to dwell on. So many excuses not to let go.
I'm not blaming him for any of those things.
I'm just not that quick to give up on someone I promised forever to.
We're just different.
Obviously.
* and oh my god he looks like Alex in that photo. Eyebrows, little 'hawk action. Lovely.
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2008 4 December :: 10.41pm
dude.
i just got rickrolled on my phone. it was pretty sweet.
i just wish i knew who did it, so i could give them a high five.
that made my night. f'realz.
still sucking at getting school work done.
but that's okay.
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