I'm the priest god never paid.
So it's been a long time since I've even attempted to write in here. But there's a lot of things I need to get off my chest, and hopefully, they'll have some logical progression here. Instead of being this horrible mush in my brain. Horrible mush.
So. Me. Nick. Lots of...well, can I call it sex? I suppose I can. The logical part of me thinks 'so, I'm having sex with a dead man,' closely followed by a slightly stupider part wondering if it counts as necrophilia. Then the logical part comes back and says 'no, buuuuuuuut...'
Because the truth is, and I've been ignoring it for a long, long time, or perhaps going along, thinking it's okay. I'm sleeping with him because it's the furthest I can possibly get from Livia...right? He can't die on me, because he's dead and he can't remind me of her because he's a man.
I need healthier relationships? Do I? I mean, is this alright? No, Abime, it's like you're using him, isn't it? It's like you're using him to get over her, and this can never last, because he's here forever, and you're not. Is this even a relationship? I mean...should I feel bad for flirting with other people? Because I do.
Every single time we do this, I think we should stop. But then we do it, and I'm all for it again. This'd be easier if he was alive. This'd be easier if I had a real life.
Right. I have to end this, if my cock hates me for it or not. I do have to stop this. Otherwise someone's going to get hurt. I can't let things go too far.
Oh, and Hestia wants me to meet someone. Well, can't do any harm.
Hey, can I have a word?
I have been informed by a friend (she asked me not to mention her name, but Hestia), that you wanted to meet me. Well, I'm all for meeting new people. How busy are you this weekend?
Hm. It is rather cold here in Paris. But it's clear out and a lovely day. Give a little, get a little. And yes, all I have to comment on is mundane weather. Sue me for being boring.