I am so pissed. You think you know someone...

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Testing a new blog template. Again. I get bored fast, what can I say?

Bliss.

I love weekends. I especially love weekends that contain the perfect blend of fun, relaxation, and productivity.

"Sometimes the hardest thing and the right thing are the same..."

I built these walls. I thought they were stronger.

Distractions. Temporary. Alleviate things for a moment or two. An hour if you are lucky. Distractions actually make things worse. They delay you from feeling things at the rate you are to supposed to feel them. When the distraction is gone you feel things at a rate that you are unprepared for. The gravity of things swallow you whole. You are engulfed by flames of regret, denial, and sadness. I am unsure as to which is the worst. All hurt. All cause pain.

3 posts. 1 night. Record breaking? Earth shattering? Not quite.

It's official, bring in the straight jacket.
Just made an ass out of myself. I am getting to be a pro at that.
I am spinning.
My head has never weighed so much.

I LOVE

Myself.

I could go on...

I could say so much. I could go on for hours. I could tell you everything. If only you would listen. You would understand. Just sit there. Please. In front of me, in that chair. Just open your eyes, close your mouth. I need to tell you about that day. I can tell you the details and I can explain why. Don't get angry. And don't get sad either. I can't take your sad eyes. They kill me every time. Everysingletime.  Trust me. I know you do, but I need to hear you say it. Just say it. Please.  I could say so much... but you stop me. You stop me every single time. You don't know you stop me, but you do. Don't stop me. Please. 

I could go on for hours... 

Everybody is just a stranger but
that's the danger in going my own way
I guess it's the price I have to pay
still "Everything happens for a reason"
is no reason not to ask myself

Am I living it right, am I living it right?
Am I living it right?






J.Mayer

2 weeks early, better than 2 weeks late. 

5 days left until the sweet escape.

32 yrs and little gained.

50 miles and I find hope.