That push in the back wasn't a bullet. Talk is cheap

I shouldn't do this but I am. If you were here I wouldn't have to, and in my mind that makes you at fault.

I should have been in FLA this week. I wouldn't have opened old wounds.

Kel asked me how I know these kind of people, the kind of people that would avenge your death and fight for your honor. I don't have an answer...I just know them. It sounds romantic and sometimes it is, it's also a huge responsibilty.

It's "those" people that make my weakness of consequence. There is no mercy.

Hmm, and what...was in NYC with Yahtzee before Istanbul. It was nice but I was irritated from the word go. I pulled out of my funk, but we fought anyway ( Read more... )

Just a quick update...I did the girls trip to Orlando, lost my voice, couldn't wear a shoe and had a imprint of a toilet on my back - all ailments lasted a week. Sure it sounds successful but there was no first chair.

I wanted you to be my religion. I wanted to worship you. I wanted you to love me. You had me believing, you had me fooled.

Wonder what your doing tonight. I know you don't care what I'm up to. I'm helping you leave. When it's over and I'm ruined don't say sorry or thank you, leave me be with my indignity. You can have solace in knowing I don't hate you, but me. I hate me as much as I hate the Irish.

My pill is kicking in, gnite.

It's late and I'm tired. I've been tired. I did what I could. You fought me all the way, till I was ready to leave. Your reputation is what means most to you and I can understand that knowing your past. You pointed a finger. Maybe I should have ( Read more... )

The purpose is over - and so are we. It's sad, I feel guilt for not fulfilling my lifelong obligation. I worry about you. I wish you the best. If you accepted someone who is equally yoked - I'd be happy ( Read more... )

I thought you loved me so much you couldn't help yourself. I told you the same years later. You never answered me, and I never left. I never left 1983.