is it…..really?

Is it really this hard to love? To find love? Love that won’t leave you in a writhing, painful heap? Is it too much to ask for there to be someone to be there for me? To wrap their arms around me and tell me its all going to be alright? To comfort me? Isn’t there one God Damned person out there who will let me love him? Care for and comfort him? Am I really stuck out here all on my own? All this time?

Is it really too much to ask?

Apparently so…..

To The Person Who Left Something on My Car

I know who you are…HERMIT. You’re not the only one who knows who their neighbors are.

An Open Letter to an Old Friend (Whom I No Longer Speak To…Gladly)

Dear Person Who’s Name Should Be Made Public But I Refuse To Lower Myself To Your Level,

For years we have been friends. For years, you have walked in and out of my life and I have let you do it. It’s cliche, it’s old and I’m over it. I can no longer, I WILL no longer be a door mat for your ill humor, your impossible expectations and your major lack of esteem which somehow always seemed to be my fault.

I know you’ve had a very rough go of it and I know how hard you have worked to get where you are, I imagine, today. To think of the hours I spent being there for you and putting my own life aside to comfort you when you needed comforting; to listen to you cry when you needed to cry; to let you rant and vent when you needed to verbally vomit some awful thing that upset you. I was happy to do it because I loved you and, silly me, thought you cared enough about me, even it had not been love, to consider being there for me too.

Obviously, I was wrong.

To think that you didn’t even have the decency, the consideration or the respect to doff me with a word of explanation is just more reason why I should have closed the door on us years ago. Your refusal to respond to messages left for you was hurtful. I tried to contact you any way I could thinking perhaps you were lying in hospital somewhere….dead. When I found out, yes found out not figured out, that you were intentionally ignoring me, I was livid. I spat venom for three whole days and you name was on every viperous rant and every poison arrow I leered with my eyes was aimed at you.

Why bother to send holiday greeting? Why, months later after I ignored your holiday “Best Wishes” do you send me a birthday card? What the hell are you on about? I thought ignoring this latest assault on my mailbox would steer you permanently in the other direction but, alas, not.

So, let me be clear. Let me be plain.

PISS

OFF

YOU

TWAT

I’m lighting the match and burning this bridge for once and for all. Leave me alone. Never contact me again.

….end trans

Fucker.

Sorry for the Radio Silence…

Hello all…

42 has had a bit of an emergency and will off the radar for a month or two longer. She has asked me, her “ghost blogger” to fill you all in and tell you that is not in fact gone missing, been kidnapped or turned Tori.

Please know that she is well and is thinking of you fondly.

For now, this blog is on respite whilst 42 get things taken care of.

TTFN

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