Is a blog a personal reflection device?
Or is it a platform, a soapbox, to be heard from.
If there was ever a song to sum up a situation, as of now, I'd believe it to be this song.
"Loud, loutish lover treat her kindly. Though she needs you more then she loves you."
I could go on quoting this song for the rest of this blog, but that's no fun.
I could also go on and explain the situation but, then again, whats the point.
This life is so cyclical it makes me sick.
It's akin to the teacups.
before they added that Anti G-force device.
Where it still spins wildly out of control yet locked in the same section.
Things don't change
they may get crazy
but in the end when you go home, vous allez dormir seul
Melencholic Depression, the loud, ugly annoying fat friend of the hot girl that no one wants at the party, so bona to vada!
Been a while, ol' chap, good to see you back to your old ways.
And those days will come again.
But not for me.
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I value our friendship.
I've been acting this way because I couldn't help but feel like I was being attacked by you, of all friends. Is it hard to see why I would even consider acting this way? You know (more than anybody) that I have good intentions. You know how much she means to me. I'd never allow myself to ruin my chances with her. You know this.
Just hear me out for a bit; I'm not insane, you know that as well as I do.
I didn't want to believe you were betraying me. You've been nothing but one of my closest friends since the 6th grade. I wouldn't let anything come between that. But when I heard the things that were said about me, after confiding in you and telling you how I felt about Ashley, it hurt. It hurt and I didn't know how to react. I applied my actions in a curdled paste.
Both you and Ashley are friends that I am not willing to give up. The thought of losing any of you because of how blindly I walked into this is ludicrous.
If I'm a bad person for envying your time with Ashley, then I'm knockin on the legion of doom's gates. I have no problem at all with you guys being best friends, you guys have always been good friends. Things just got weird for me. I hate vague explanations containing the word "weird" but that's just exactly how it was. My mind was shat on, grab-assed, thrusted through Oprah's rotting labia, and scattered across earth like dragonballs.
My head's back though. At least, it's getting there.
I'm more than willing to disregard ANY awkward situations that have recently happened between us. If you say that I can trust you, then I will.
The point of this letter was to justify my actions over the past few days--to make sure that I wasn't insane for acting the way I did. No one ever needs to justify themselves, but sometimes the world makes a little more sense when people do, ya know?
I just wanna end this with a brief "I love ya, man".
-Phil
p.s.
By the way, I have a blogger too.
damn.
talk about a "two-for-one" special.
i watch gossip girl.
that's terrible.
like this.
and love.
which we love.
why?
love certainly doesn't return the favor.
i'm still a romantic.
boo.
my nipples are still aching.
through all those posts.
aching for al.
that's your new indie-screamo side project.
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