Not sure what I want to write about today. Sometimes I wonder if I'm the "unfeeling" one as I get characterized by crazypants. (Side note I probably should have started a blog called the Crazypants Chronicles. Hindsight being 20/20 and all).
I don't know if I miss him or if it's just that I want to know what is going on with him because I don't want any surprises. Saw a picture today and he looks like ... well... hell. My friends tell me that he always looked like that. I don't think so. I thought he was gorgeous. Back in the day and now. Until his inside came out and made him unattractive to me. Still miss the fucker though. Too bad he comes with his alter ego.
It's Memorial Day. What I remember about Memorial Day is that last year he didn't take me either. The one before that he didn't. The one before that we were in DC at Rolling Thunder. Anyways.... it doesn't matter anymore.
Sometimes I wonder if it was always as bad as it was or if I made it worse in my head. I don't know anymore. I'm thinking it was always as bad as this. Who calls someone they love a cunt? Who moves in a woman into their house that has tormented the woman they claim to love? I don't know. i just don't know.
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