ZebraOnSkates

I would be terrified of what I could do.

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I guess it’s time to write again, I’m not sure if I really know what to say, and I’m no longer sure it’s helping, but, well it certainly won’t help if I don’t at least try. I now know I have a problem that I can’t resolve until it just… goes away I suppose. I’m not going to explicitly say what it is, well not here and not yet. Gahh, I need a new blog… 

You have been with me since the start, well, at least as far back as I can remember - as far back as it matters let’s say. I guess we were friends from the moment we met, though it’s hard to recall, always a little bit geeky, bit different. I see in you now the same that I saw then - an uncommon kindness (I think I stole that phrase) - beautiful, you might say. You’ve been saying how you liked the openness of my writing, the circumstances I will not go into details of here, but you had a segment of my heart from somewhere young, and all through the funny silly times we had. Until I let you down, I abandoned you for some years, to which I am to this day thoroughly ashamed… I don’t really know exactly when or why, but one day, I decided that your friendship was something worth really fighting for, and slowly we got to know each other again. I can only hope I have made up for since from what I left before. There are not many friends I truly love, and some do not understand how I can at all, but you - you understand, and accept, maybe even return, those feelings of compassion. I owe you so much, and so little to give. I love you and I am no longer afraid to admit it.

Pi

I needed it :)

I’d thank the person, but they don’t read this as far as I know, and might not want their name plastered on the internet!

How very careful of you…

Or was it just a coincidence?

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But you’re not really okay, are you? So how can I be?

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And by everything, I literally mean everything. I notice when someone stops hitting me up like they used to. I notice when the way someone talks to me starts changing. I notice the little things that people do, and the little things they used to do. I notice when things change, and when it’s no longer the same. I notice every single little detail. I just don’t say anything.

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Well I have to say I’m slightly disgusted. But hopefully there is now in place something which will ease my disgust. Well that’s the plan, no further measures should be needed - any would be regrettable, no is no, right? So eventually I am pleased with what has been achieved, and hopefully she agrees, and he takes the message. I would not be lying to say that there is not a lot I wouldn’t do for her, she’s almost family.

Hotdogs and a portal gun, maybe fighting will be hard, but I have the ultimate escape plan.

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They’re bloody slow though! Where’s HL2:E3??

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Oh this is just awesome!

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I’ve been extremely busty busy, no time for nothing, let alone something! It looks like it’s not going to get much easier anytime soon, so I may have to start a timetable. There are some people I miss a lot, no need to mention them, they know who they are, if they happen to read this anyway.

All the best to everyone out there :)

I am often perplexed by the close-mindedness of people who hate close minded people.