[screened from Dajve] These troubled times
I've been rather busy of late. Things have been going well, if a little quickly and I've not had a moment to write in this journal.
I've been seeing quite a lot of Dajve; well, I say 'a lot', I suppose by my standards. She's very pretty and a lot of fun and I like her ever so much, it's just that something is troubling me. I realise that she sees our relationship as something quite casual - she's 'dating' other men too (I think this is an American thing). That is not the problem, exactly. It is rather hard to put my finger on, but it's as if when we are together she's never really listening to me and I am beginning to think that she doesn't like me for my personality after all.
Nobody ever seems to like me for my personality :-(
I suppose there's no point getting glum about it. I do have a good time when I'm in her company; she certainly has charms aplenty. It just makes me pine for times past, rather.
This is my line, this is eternal
How did I ever end up here?
Discarnate, preternatural
My prayers to disappear
Absent of grace, marked as infernal
Ungranted in dead time left me disowned
To this nature, so unnatural
I remain alone
I've been seeing quite a lot of Dajve; well, I say 'a lot', I suppose by my standards. She's very pretty and a lot of fun and I like her ever so much, it's just that something is troubling me. I realise that she sees our relationship as something quite casual - she's 'dating' other men too (I think this is an American thing). That is not the problem, exactly. It is rather hard to put my finger on, but it's as if when we are together she's never really listening to me and I am beginning to think that she doesn't like me for my personality after all.
Nobody ever seems to like me for my personality :-(
I suppose there's no point getting glum about it. I do have a good time when I'm in her company; she certainly has charms aplenty. It just makes me pine for times past, rather.
This is my line, this is eternal
How did I ever end up here?
Discarnate, preternatural
My prayers to disappear
Absent of grace, marked as infernal
Ungranted in dead time left me disowned
To this nature, so unnatural
I remain alone