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Hi, to all that still have me on their friends list, it has been a while. Excuse any boring intro, I will get to something interesting in a minute, I just need to dip my feet in this writing pool for a minute before I jump in. I have all but dismissed this journal as the proliferation of humanity's continuous masturbation of their own drama in utter disregard to anyone else. I wished to exclude myself from such practice and hence have not indulged in this public forum in a long while. However, there are a few things that simply need to de documented, and in my following posts revealed triumphantly to the public. I may try to be a moral, do-right individual, however certain wretches in my past sagas of life need to at the very least be brought to the attention of this small reading public for the simple knowledge that I may help someone, somewhere from the disgusting worthless beings I once let into my life.
Before any of that however(in a later but soon installment), I will address(drunkenly unfortunately) two people in my life that I hope to any divinity willing to listen to be able to forgive. Both of them I met in 11th grade. After my mother died, I had problems letting people into my life. I feel this was because of a idea based on 'the more people I grow to care about, the more chances I have of being hurt'. This system seamed reasonable for a time however these two people I met in 11th grade stayed with me until my most recent chapter of life. To me they were my fold, my family, the void-fillers of a chasm of holes in my being that had been left unfilled for quite literally half a decade. Even if I always wasn't the perfect friend, I can swear that it was always my intent. For any shortcomings in this department I do apologize.
To the one, your admission was tonight, and your guilt was thrown openly on the table, with your heart nailed to it, bleeding sincerely.
To the other, Happy Thanksgiving, you are missed, however on the issue that has been unsaid I simply cannot just forget. I wish things right, but from the knowledge I have unfortunately gathered it is not mine to right.
"The first man to compare the cheeks of a young woman to a rose was obviously a poet; the first to repeat it was possibly an idiot."
Salvador Dali
"Mistakes are almost always of a sacred nature. Never try to correct them. On the contrary: rationalize them, understand them thoroughly. After that, it will be possible for you to sublimate them. "
Salvador Dali
Before any of that however(in a later but soon installment), I will address(drunkenly unfortunately) two people in my life that I hope to any divinity willing to listen to be able to forgive. Both of them I met in 11th grade. After my mother died, I had problems letting people into my life. I feel this was because of a idea based on 'the more people I grow to care about, the more chances I have of being hurt'. This system seamed reasonable for a time however these two people I met in 11th grade stayed with me until my most recent chapter of life. To me they were my fold, my family, the void-fillers of a chasm of holes in my being that had been left unfilled for quite literally half a decade. Even if I always wasn't the perfect friend, I can swear that it was always my intent. For any shortcomings in this department I do apologize.
To the one, your admission was tonight, and your guilt was thrown openly on the table, with your heart nailed to it, bleeding sincerely.
To the other, Happy Thanksgiving, you are missed, however on the issue that has been unsaid I simply cannot just forget. I wish things right, but from the knowledge I have unfortunately gathered it is not mine to right.
"The first man to compare the cheeks of a young woman to a rose was obviously a poet; the first to repeat it was possibly an idiot."
Salvador Dali
"Mistakes are almost always of a sacred nature. Never try to correct them. On the contrary: rationalize them, understand them thoroughly. After that, it will be possible for you to sublimate them. "
Salvador Dali