"i'm getting nowhere being a nice guy"
it's almost (almost) funny how one little drunken comment has the potential to crawl up under your skin when you hear it and make you feel so damn... pointless i guess. like nothing you've been doing has been anything, and you've apparently been imagining things. (especially when you add the weeks worth of being MIA into this) and now that i sit here and try and get all my feelings out, i can't make anything into words. poor dani listened to me on the drive home and i was fairly coherant there, but now everything's just meshed into basically those first few sentences. i'm just having these awful flashbacks to last year and i just don't know what's going on. i guess i kinda hate that almost as much. things would be so much better if i just knew where i stand...