Well, lookit me. Things are okay. I picked up on Wednesday and have been pretty busy since, with work and crap and life and garbage. But everything's cool now. It's the weekend.
So here I am, as my pseudonym suggests, yapping away at this journal-like entity logging my thoughts and my daily activities. A poor reason for me to be yammering as I'm wont to do, but one with no consequences. I'm not wasting anyone's time; they can choose not to read if they'd like. Just me, yapping into the black void of cyberspace. Okay, let's get on to it.
I've been thinking a lot about Becci. Something like six or seven years ago I used to go to the Pheonix's parlour room regularly. I mean every Friday as I do now with Neutral. My and my buddy Max started going because we knew the guy who doing the engineering for Q107 when this awesome DJ for the station was spinning new rock. We enjoyed it. Good stuff to dance to and he knew how to play good sets. Anyway, I met Becci there. We hit it off really well and long story short (too late) we had a friendship/relationship that was too passionate than I could handle. My mom soon after passed away from breast cancer. I wasn't dealing with it well.
But I am now and I'm realizing what a fool I was.
Hey. Maybe I can use this journal thingie. If anyone reads this who can help me out (a possibility I find highly, highly unlikely) let me know. I can't imagine how you would, but I doubt it'll set me back at all. No sense in avoiding increasing my odds from 0.001% to 0.01%.
So here I am, as my pseudonym suggests, yapping away at this journal-like entity logging my thoughts and my daily activities. A poor reason for me to be yammering as I'm wont to do, but one with no consequences. I'm not wasting anyone's time; they can choose not to read if they'd like. Just me, yapping into the black void of cyberspace. Okay, let's get on to it.
I've been thinking a lot about Becci. Something like six or seven years ago I used to go to the Pheonix's parlour room regularly. I mean every Friday as I do now with Neutral. My and my buddy Max started going because we knew the guy who doing the engineering for Q107 when this awesome DJ for the station was spinning new rock. We enjoyed it. Good stuff to dance to and he knew how to play good sets. Anyway, I met Becci there. We hit it off really well and long story short (too late) we had a friendship/relationship that was too passionate than I could handle. My mom soon after passed away from breast cancer. I wasn't dealing with it well.
But I am now and I'm realizing what a fool I was.
Hey. Maybe I can use this journal thingie. If anyone reads this who can help me out (a possibility I find highly, highly unlikely) let me know. I can't imagine how you would, but I doubt it'll set me back at all. No sense in avoiding increasing my odds from 0.001% to 0.01%.
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So long as you know where to draw the line. Sometimes it is also harder to try and explain a seeming obsession to someone else, as they weren't there for the experience that you had with the person.
And it's not like I'm going to ignore those I otherwise meet. Besides. She may very well be married by now. I find it unlikely, but anything's possible.