Well, it looks like most of you have gone to bed, as I shall soon do.
I had a fairly good, quiet time at my friend's house, but I returned home to find out something very bizarre about a friend of mine. The consequences are scary and going to be extremely difficult for me, and I think they'll take me a long time to deal with. This is a situation in which it's dangerous for me to do as is my nature, and my desire, and be forgiving. I know what I have to do, but it hurts to know I'm probably hurting somebody, and I know that for a very long time, my head will be filled by what ifs.
Sorry if this is vague, I just needed to get it out. I feel quite sick over it; getting over this is going to be an upsetting process.
Though this New Year is not off to a good start for us, I hope very, very sincerely that things pick up for everyone -- to a year of love, and happiness, and joy. You all mean a lot to me, and I hate to see you all hurting like this. Everything is so oddly broken for so many people I care for, and I wish I knew what the hell was going on... and why... and when this all will end.
A work of art is an invitation to love.
Updated On: 1/1/06 at 03:27 AM