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August 21 What price a year...What price a year...
The 14th of June 2008... one moment in time, a moment the whole world changed... That day my head was full of where i wanted to be, the plan taking shape...
It was time to move, time to run, time to leave everything and everyone behind and take a new road to tomorrow... Then, that night...
A familiar voice on the other end of the line...
A fool to go...
Lost in your embrance, a love returned...
From then there was no turning back, there had to be more...
Love... Destiny, unable to be faught... So here i am a year on... What price a year... I see through the you of now to all that you once were... The pain of unhealed wounds... A better man would have kept walking... Given no second thought, admitted his defeat and strode forth for love anew... A fool am i, attempt the impossible, reclaim a love long since burnt... *Sigh* A fool am i, a year on, still i cling to the impossible... A year on, a year to long... Take good care, Nathan August 20 Rant...Time for a rant...
What use fighting? I don't often ask for much, however, when i do it often turns into a fight in one way or another, now to be honest, it is really begining to piss me off no end.
A lot of things have that effect on me these days, i am getting to the point where i might just tell everyone to go to hell and leave me alone, it really isn't worth the hassle anymore.
There is my girlfriend, lovely as she is, she just tends to peave me no end, nothing is ever simple with her, she's passionless and uninspired, there is little fire in her and its killing it for me. Quite frankly, i'm just the sperm donor so she can have more babies and that's just how it is, if it wasn't for her over-riding desire to have more children we'd sleep in seperate beds. What else is there? The only thing she initiates or takes interest in is shopping and movies along with the occasional dinner. I stopped writing her letters and sending her e-mails because she couldn't be bothered to take the five minutes to scribble or type a reply. I can only take so much... Then there is my family, what a bunch of grudge keeping misguided fools, we don't talk to each other because we just couldn't be bothered and everyone is still pissing and moaning over things that happened 20 years ago. GROW THE FUCK UP PEOLE!!! Sorry, but really it had to be said. Maybe i need a break, or at the least something different in my life to take my mind off the BS that is over-running it. Take care, Nathan |
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