During the past week or so, I’ve really really wanted to write something meaningful. Something that people would actually read and understand and believe. Some sort of insight that people could take to heart. Some sort of insight that could help people understand who I am as a person and maybe even ask themselves who they are.
It’s not going to happen.
Maybe I’ll entertain the online world with this story, or any story of my life someday. But right now, I don’t really find this the proper place for this sort of introspection combined with bitching. I’d done it in the past, but I’m neither the same person nor are you the same readers from those days.
But depending on who you are, I’ll tell you a story or two if you ask me. I’ve told the same story many different times, many different ways. It’s better that way…
Whether I believe so or not, I’m getting through this. I’m getting over this. I’m single now, my heart’s been broken, I’m still in love, but I can cope with it. The world isn’t as fucked up as I’d seen and there are plenty of people just as lost as I.
I’ll leave you with that for now.
