Man, moby is really representing on today's blog's entries!
I saw a guy crash his motorcycle on the highway today, and i almost threw up. I never saw aaron walk again after i dug my hands daily through his bloody compound fracture and did everything i could to take care of him for almost a year. he cut me off to latch on to someone else.
I found things he wrote me last night. I was looking through my memory folder. Still hurts. I sent him an email a few weeks back, just venting my frustration at his lack of care for a friendship or contact. He never answered. The postcard he wrote me five or six years ago said ‘you are permanantely in my heart and nothing can change that. I will always be your friend.’ How could I be so stupid? How could he? How could we think it was all so real? My heart still hurts.
Maybe it will stop someday, and I’ll truly be healed, so I can start something new and healthy. Maybe I’ll tell myself that this time, it won’t end.
The last guy i dated thought it was cool to be jaded. I don’t.
I pretend to be tough, when in actuality, all I want is to be loved enough to find it within myself to open up again.
this fucking moby record. 'oh my baby, don't cry. oh my baby at least we tried.'
which reminds me. this is aaron's CD.