Well. I feel a lot better now that you are the one accepting responsibility for everything. Even though the truth is I will still get the consequences of it. It just does not feel like I will.

Maybe you should stop fucking drinking. It is like you do not even remember anything that happens when you do, or at least how you feel. It does not matter how we talk it seems you still throw everything I say out of context.

Shit is fucked up right now. Everything that happens just makes it weirder.

I've kind of noticed how uninteresting my blog is. I think it's because it doesn't relate much to anyone reading it. That's how I feel sometimes when I read someone else's blog. It's in a poem or song, it's a list of something someone did that day, or it's just someone talking about themselves. I guess that's what a blog is for. What do you think?

Now that I'm in a state of solitude, what should I say?

Things feel pretty good right now. I have some responsibilities to take care of, but other than that it's all perfect. Well, maybe responsibilities are a good thing and make it even more perfect. Let's just say I'm glad I don't have too many responsibilities though.

I can't help but wonder why some people are so neurotic. They feel like everyone is against them just because they don't do something miniscule like answering their phone or not wanting to sit next to them for another hour even if you did sit with them. Actually in my experience, only women have done this. I think it's a low self-esteem thing.

I had a revelation early this morning. I will spare you the details, but I found out it was actually the sex that drove me to 'missingness'. I feel good now; Not actually loving a person I can't have, rather just missing the physical presence. That sounds sad, but believe me when I say I would much rather feel deprived of something unimportant yet attainable rather than one person who I can't have again.

You might know me, you might not. I made this because sometimes you have to express things that you want publicized, but no one to know about, if that makes sense. Lately, I've been feeling pretty dead inside. I love someone who is a fucking prick. But, every dream I have of her is me getting back with her. I miss the feeling of holding her. I'm not sure what I miss, though. Is it actually her? Is it sex? Is it love? I know she still loves me. We broke up for a stupid reason. I can't help but think it was a good deal for me. I can find someone who has a lot more... I don't know... respect for the world?