Aug 23, 2006 20:08
Dear Summer,
We didn't hang out too often this time around. I think we did maybe 5 times. 5/60! thats 12%!
Its the first time you truly were not my girl to love for two months. We had several enjoyable times! I got drunk! So many times! w00t. I got drunk, woohoo. I do have many fond memories of the you, we would get together with some friends and let the booze flow. But these memories are not the ones I wanted. You are supposed to hold special memories for me. These nights at the bars are fine and fun, but I could have them anytime of the year. We went to the beach once, I went boating once, and I know why....
Love,
Mark
I have joined this "real life" now, and it scares the piss out of me. I know, it's the cycle. You grow up, learn something, meet a girl, have kids and buy a house. We all face this predicament. Leaving Fort McMurray doesn't have anything to do with living a repetitive life. The cycle is inescapable! I'm not afraid of the cycle, but why so soon? I mean, im pursuing a career I love, I could go to school for it, but it's only postponing the inevitable. My time, is no longer mine! I give it to work, to chores, to daily duties, and yes, it is complaining, but this is how I truly feel. The structure, all unorganized like, is how I feel. I need an adventure soon, Allison Peters style.