History Remembered
Err, yeah… anyway.
I still haven’t heard from Mike… I don’t think I will either. The whole thing is such insanity and bullshit. Oddly, on pno, I found the very first email he’d sent me back many years ago, heh. I think that proves something about unbelievable patience or something… Lui is always saying how I need to make moves and such on so and so… and I’m like… “someday” or something similar…. of course sometimes the right time isn’t so right afterall when the pyschotic boyfriend steals your phone number and starts stalking you. FUCK! I’m stil infuriated in regards to that… and moreso as to how I’m certain the bastard contorted everything when replaying it to him.
I’m looking forward to seeing DaVe next week… I think I’m bringing him back with me, yar. Well, that’s what I want. I want him here… it’s good for me and it’s good for him… well, at least better.
I was reading journal entries from a year ago… paging through, you know it’s almost August. Things are so incredibly different… it’s nearly mind boggling. I had a sudden rush of tears a few minutes ago when I paged onto a photo of davey and me together.
There’s too much of this missing people bullshit going on. Everyone misses someone else or multiple someone elses… it’s ridiculous. I general though I suppose it’s not the people I miss, but the feeling of being with them or who they used to be… except for DaVe.