Saturday, December 14th, 2002
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 1:19p - A man, a procession of colors, and a cat
I wasn't really angry...it just looks that way. current music: Audioslave
tahiriwolf
rainingvodka
oddharmonic
I <3 your kitty. Does she have a sister? *smirks* rainingvodka
and no. sorry. no sister. or brother. only child (as far as I know anyway) taliana
and abigail is just adorable. *sigh* I want your cat. :) Or a cat,
for that matter.
(Originally posted as a privaty entry for my eyes only) 6:13p
I don't blame her for this. I don't know that i would be of a different mindset. I just wish she would fucking tell me she's made up her mind instead of dragging it out. The longer she waits, the more I realize that I cannot accept her inability to face her problems (with me at least) head on. If we were to remain friends I can only see this frustration being repeated. It puts a knot in my stomach nonetheless. Knowing what would happen does not help settle me into happiness. Yes...i know about her. I don't know her. The time she's taken to deal with my problems is an aspect of her gives me a bit of insight into her heart...and I don't like it. I don't like it one fucking bit. Someone that flies halfway around the world to see you...whether crazed or not...that shows a measure of something that deserves a bit of attention and not such a stand offish approach. Yes...I told her "goodbye for now." In that light, as I believe i did once before in an email I've since deleted, I've given her the A-OK to drag it out. Just like you don't know her...she doesn't know you enough to know you confront your issues head off and cannot tolerate dancing around the subject...whether in a stable mindset or not.
(Originally posted as a privaty entry for my eyes only) 8:46p
It occured to me tonight that I didn't phrase my thoughts correctly
in my last IM a week and a half ago. I felt so rushed and didn't take the
time to phrase it right. I'm still having problems doing that with you
I think. I think the cornerstone of my problems is that I don't know who
you are Katrina. I thought I did, and based on those thoughts, I thought
I loved you. What's even worse is I thought you knew me. I thought my journal
was enough for you to know me to my core. I thought you knew me to my core
and liked me anyway. I thought that because of that you could forgive me
and still want me in your life to some degree.
I just...I miss you. I don't know if you got your real birthday present yet...not the malacious email I sent, but the actual tangible gift. I don't know if there will be anything in that package will indicate it's origin. I just wanted you to know so you wouldn't be left guessing...so you can burn it or whatever you would like to do...the wolf, from the "adopt a wolf program". It was supposed to arrive no later than last week (6-8 weeks for delivery they said). I don't know what you've still got of my malicious emails or chat logs. I deleted everything off my computer many weeks ago because i've been in so much pain over what I did. I think it could help my counselor help me though...if you could send me whatever might be left I would really appreciate it. I hope christmas season is going well and you're really racking up the comissions. I also hope your christmas as a whole is well. -glen
11:32p
11:56p
isn't there a study or something that shows staring at computer monitors makes it hard to sleep? I should probably turn this thing off and go read... sigh I hate reading when I'm tired though. You invariably have to go back and reread everything because you didn't really get it... and I'm reading that Pynchon novel. Pynchon, who introduces characters completely unrelated to the plot just so you can see the real storyline through their eyes... it's a wonderfully refreshing idea but just...it makes it fucking hard to keep everything straight...and tired? bleeeeeeegh. double sigh. I've had almost two packs today and I'm still going. Maybe that has something to do with my insomnia? I already took a couple motrin cuz I know I'll wake up in a bad way cuz of it... that's assuming I ever get to sleep. Maybe I ought to get in my car and drive way up north...find a nice
secluded spot where I won't hear cars and motorcycles whizzing past, and
record birdies singing songs at dawn. Haven't done that in a long long
time.
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