Feb 17, 2005 02:02
Seems that someone's back on their feet awful quick, doing the things I could never get him to do. More power to him, honestly. Good to see him meeting new people, after being entrenched in the past for the last two years, regressed to high school. And all it took was me leaving. Nothing more.
I'm just trying to keep busy enough that I don't fall apart. Not that it's relevant, or pertinent if I fall apart. Never has been.
Brandie has her fuckafriend visiting from out of town, and thankfully they're leaving tomorrow. Don't know how much more of the sneaky trash I can handle. Not that it's so very terrible having one airheaded, self-centered oblivious twit in the house; two makes it twice as nice. And by nice, I mean not so very. What little space I have (less than half of an "office", with no door to speak of) has been taken over by that overgrown howdy-doody puppet's junk.
I look at where I am, and according to everyone, it's my own damned fault. It very well may be. I don't like to think it is. I prefer to think that I took the biggest chance I've ever taken, and fell flat on my face. Something to learn from? Chances are. Completely my fault I failed miserably at one of the few things I've ever wanted to save? Entirely possible.
Fuck it, I'm going to bed.