Wow...
It's... all gone.
Within these pages, once held the rise and fall of my marriage.
The fight to enter the states. The fight to live in the states. The flight from the states.
This held the joy of my first real girlfriend.
This held the tremours and trials of the perverted incestuous square that was Us.
This held so much joy, and so much pain.
And it's all gone.
I mean, it's not. I have copies.
But...
I was 551. Roman was 550. He loved to rub it in my face.
Numbers all gone.
The weight of it is gone.
And I hate OD. And I hate LJ.
But I will never trust Steve again. Because he has proven himself completely incompetent.
But there are people here I care for.
So I am here for the people. Not the site.
But I guess... I am here. |
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