Putting a stamp on it
Last week was a fascinating and terrifying ride, at times. I married the girl I chased for years, always slightly out of reach. All the heartaches and bullshit I put here seems rather small now. Everything and nothing has changed. Now I have a ring to fiddle with until it becomes something you don't even think about. I've loved my wife immensely for many years now, legal formality is exactly that: formality. Still, the ceremony was pleasant and the honeymoon delightful.
I've been reading through ancient history, looking at how disgusting my ex and I were in plain view of everybody on LJ. I didn't care. My soul is a lonely one, and she was the first person to warm it up a little, so I regret nothing. After she ripped my heart to shreds I almost deleted everything, but I'm glad I didn't. Its just memories, reminders, lessons. I'm a well-wisher in that I don't wish her any specific harm. I'm perfectly fine with continuing my streak of never speaking to her again.
I still miss this place. Miss you, Annie. I hope your back is treating you better. Miss you, Jack, you weird puppeteering bastard. Miss you, Gosling, the most elegant person I know. Miss staying up at night for heated J-Rock/J-Pop discussions, trolling emo kids, finding the perfect av pic. I miss how good being alive felt when I was 20, just the pleasure of sheer existance. Highs and lows, mostly lows, but oh, the highs. I wouldn't change a thing.
I've been reading through ancient history, looking at how disgusting my ex and I were in plain view of everybody on LJ. I didn't care. My soul is a lonely one, and she was the first person to warm it up a little, so I regret nothing. After she ripped my heart to shreds I almost deleted everything, but I'm glad I didn't. Its just memories, reminders, lessons. I'm a well-wisher in that I don't wish her any specific harm. I'm perfectly fine with continuing my streak of never speaking to her again.
I still miss this place. Miss you, Annie. I hope your back is treating you better. Miss you, Jack, you weird puppeteering bastard. Miss you, Gosling, the most elegant person I know. Miss staying up at night for heated J-Rock/J-Pop discussions, trolling emo kids, finding the perfect av pic. I miss how good being alive felt when I was 20, just the pleasure of sheer existance. Highs and lows, mostly lows, but oh, the highs. I wouldn't change a thing.