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Sunday, June 28, 2015

I'm going to put into action what my ex and I talked about today.

I'm making a list of all the things worth living for and things to look forward to.


  1. Finding a partner that doesn't leave me
  2. True love
  3. A new family
  4. Howling cow ice cream by myself
  5. Howling cow ice cream with friends
  6. Long walks on the beach
  7. Long walks in parks just as the sun sets
  8. Bats chirping
  9. Seeing my old home again
  10. Sitting by a creek
  11. Fishing with my fresh water rod
  12. Fishing with my salt water rod
  13. Catching a Spanish mackerel 
  14. Cuddling with my partner in person
  15. Sex...real, passionate, and in person
  16. Finding a partner that I trust enough to have sex with
  17. Playing guitar...learning it and to sing while playing
  18. To propose with a song played on guitar
  19. To find a partner I can actually feel comfortable and ready to propose to
  20. Get married
  21. Travel the world
  22. Photograph the world
  23. Experience new cultures 
  24. Try new foods
  25. Visit england
  26. Go back to the everglades
  27. See Grey wolves in the wild
  28. See a great horned owl in the wild
  29. See an eastern diamond back in the wild
  30. Finish book 1
  31. Finish book 2
  32. Finish book 3
  33. Get published
  34. Write poetry for her
  35. Kiss her goodnight
  36. Fall asleep to the sound of her breathing
  37. Hold her while I sleep
  38. Make fun of each other's bed head
  39. Make her breakfast in bed
  40. Cook for her
  41. Kiss in a thunderstorm
  42. Kiss while it snows
  43. Make a snow fort and have a snowball fight
  44. Learn a hobby together
  45. Buy a house 
  46. Buy a house together
  47. Maybe have a kid? A daughter?
  48. Have a cat
  49. Snakes.
  50. Lizards
  51. Learn to handle venomous reptiles
  52. Win a big photo contest
  53. Photograph a tornado?
  54. Go storm chasing at least once
  55. Get my EMT license
  56. Get a good job
  57. Be proud of myself
  58. Love my friends
  59. Find friends I can and do truly love
  60. Make a best friend other than my partner
  61. Cook a susrpise meal for my family
  62. Learn to cook as well as my mom does
  63. Be as hard working as my dad
  64. Be as good a son as my sisters are daughters
  65. Be as badass as Lani
  66. As happy as Rachel
  67. Finish college with B.S.
  68. Make a positive impact on the world
  69. Make a difference in a stranger's life
  70. Learn to do some wood working/metal working
  71. Make something for my partner out of wood or metal
  72. Get a cool ring
  73. Get her a unique engagement ring
  74. Have a good wedding
  75. Be myself
  76. Find my niche in life
  77. Not be famous, but be well known for who I am, even if it's only in my community
  78. Be a good person
  79. Be honest
  80. Be able to look my kid self in the eyes and know that he would want to be me when he grows up
  81. Have a life that I believe is worth all the pain
  82. Meet someone who makes life worth all the bad times
  83. Sex in uniform?
  84. Get fit
  85. Look good
  86. Exercise regularly
  87. Be eligible to apply to police/military/FBI
  88. Never stop learning
  89. Never give up
  90. Never give in

Saturday, June 27, 2015

Five Finger Death Punch

i became very suicidal today. It took three people to eventually sort of calm me down enough to not kill myself outright today.

Unfortunately i did relapse. I clawed up and bit my own arm just to feel the pain. The marks are still quite visible.

I went mad for a few hours, curled under my duvet, laying in bed...I listened to one song for half the time and another for the other half...

My Own Hell & Far From Home...both by 5FDP...

I cried a lot.

My ex told me that i needed to A) imagine looking my kid self in the eyes and asking myself if this is what he'd want to grow up to be  & B) to think of you. Because i mentioned how your breathing was one of the only things that would help me sleep at nights.

I have six months to either fix my life or to end it. I set my date and time, for personal reasons...

I took steps to at least maybe get somewhere...

I entered a photo contest with The Weather Channel...the grand prize is $15,000 dollars...

Who knows what might happen?

I'm considering writing my book again...

You may wonder why i got so upset and suicidal ( i did actually chat with the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline as well as with those three friends)...

Firstly, i got an email saying that i'm not doing very well grade-wise in my EMT course.

This really upset me. I dont want to be stuck another winter here with my family. Not at all. I will go permanently insane if I do. Also...EMT was a really big motivator for me...learning made me happy...

Now i may not even pass the class apparently...let alone not being able to get my license to be a practicing EMT...

On top of that, i attended a rather moving Friday prayer lecture thing...

It was about how you have to believe that God will answer your prayers if you are sincere...

I nearly broke down there in that hall...

The speaker talked about how we all had some moment in life where we grew desperate, whether or not we believed in God before then, that we begged, pleaded, and prayed to God for something to happen right then, and how that prayer was answered swiftly...

Lani...those nights I thought you'd killed yourself, I had prayed and cried and pleaded with God to keep you alive...to just hear from you once more...

Each time that happened, you'd be there every morning. Not happy...but alive...

And some nights it was an absolute miracle.

It made me more aware of how much of an ungrateful and faithless prick I am.

God's answered my prayers when He had not reason to. Yet he protected the one thing that mattered most to me. He answered my greatest prayer. Keeping you safe and happy with whomever you're with, even if it wasn't me.

That combined with the EMT stuff AND Izzy being an asshole again today, i just kind of lost it.

I couldn't take it any longer.

I literally beat myself til my arms were bruised and then clawed and bit my right arm til my teeth left a deep impression in my own flesh.

If I can't sort my life out by December 21st of the year, i plan to not see the 22nd.

Simple as that.

I've got some time before then to change my mind. I guess we'll just see.

Also, i wont be gaming on Aion from tomorrow onward.

I'm not interested in accidentally getting on either your or Rob's bad side.

I'd rather just let you two be happy.

Aion's still pretty shit even after that update.

No one runs legit IS anymore. I can't get more than a few people to join and then it falls apart again. It's a joke.

It's not really fun for me anymore.

I'm not sure what i'm gonna do...but i'm trying.

I will email my instructors about trying to fix my EMT grade.

If not...well...i don't know...my parents will not be happy and i'll be stuck with them for two fucking seasons.

Hence why i'd kill myself half way through if i still can sort my life out.

It's not worth  doing this shit over and over again.

I'm like a broken record player stuck on the same track...i just can't break out of this...

I'm happy people I know are happy.

I'm not happy that I can't find my own happiness despite having tried again and again and again.

I just can't break through.

It's like my nightmare that repeated itself many times just as my depression began.

I was trapped outside a giant gate...like castle doors...and i knew what i wanted was just behind them.

But the doors wouldn't open. I eventually grew so frenzied that i would kill myself trying to get in by throwing my broken body at the doors repeatedly until i died trying to get through.

My depression is that door. And my fear is that it's going to kill me to try to reach freedom on the other side.

I've considered leaving home and never coming back. Just taking the shit i have in my apartment and leaving one day without telling anyone...

Who knows?

I'm really lost and confused and no one is really being all that helpful.

And i refuse to burden you with my problems anymore. You've got your own life and even if you weren't busy, it's not your place to listen to my issues. Not anymore at least.

i just don't know anymore.

I don't know.

I'm frightened and alone, and i don't want to do this anymore...

I just wish someone would put me to bed. Talk to me and tell me it'll be okay...that i'm not crazy...that it's okay to be upset...that it's okay to be angry...to be sad...to feel hurt...but that they believe in me and will support and push me to succeed, gently but firmly.

If wishes were fishes, there'd be no room for the sea.

i don't know what i'm writing anymore.

I'm sorry.

I wish i was stronger.

My ex said something...she said when we'd first met, before we ever dated, she said i was her superhero. And that the other younger folks saw me in a similar light. That i had this commanding and comforting presence...I was her hero back then...

What happened to that confident, swashbuckling, quick-witted guy? the one who loved adventures and stories and would never give up on what he loved and believed in...the man who lived to help others tell their own stories...

I was proud of who i was back then.

Today? I feel little more than shame and despair at who I am and whom I've become.

Someone...tell me that man is still in  me somewhere...tell me you still see him there...deep inside...someone tell me that they are proud of me...even if i have a hard time being okay...

cause damn... i need to hear it that.

I need to hear it before i go mad with self-hate and loathing for what i am.

I don't know what to do anymore. It's just a really difficult situation that I'm in and I feel very alone, often.  Like talking is great and all, but without a really strong connection...it's just pleasantries. It's the politeness...it's not real meaningful friendship that you can rely on and trust in to be there for you when you need it.

I need sleep...

I don't know what's going on anymore...

Goodnight all...

Tuesday, June 23, 2015

I don't know what to think some nights. I had a midnight snack. Watched some Criminal Minds. I don't really talk much with my family.

Is that bad? Is it wrong?

I don't want to think on the things that happened between us all.

I wear my uniform religiously because it reminds me to stick to the straight and narrow... To be a better man. To be a public servant and rescuer.

Always ready.

It gives me a life to lead. A part to play. Something other than my old life to think about. I want to start again, but without the weight of my past...without the quiet judgment of my family and former friends.

In my uniform I can be someone better than myself.

And so I where it ever goddamn day.

One day I'll be a man I can respect. Until then, my uniform helps to keep me a little more sane than usual...

This song goes out to all the two faced, scheming, lying bastards, and crazy ass cowards who make it their job to find all the ways they can make me hurt. Fuck you all. That means you Rachel, Jake Isaacson, Paul Busch, orion, Aidan, Ash, Ashley, and others...

\m/ (^.^) \m/

This one's just for fun cause I really like and relate to it.


Gnight all, and thanks, as always, for reading.






Monday, June 22, 2015

Well, that was a shock.

She still reads my blog. And funny enough it says no one has even viewed my blog in ages...

Oh well.

I had assumed my secret plan was safe here.

I made her a new email...account, and toon. It was a baby songweaver. I made her look like EatYourSoul. I used the same PIN and setup the same note and put all the skills as close to where you had them...

I gave her 15 million kinah and power leveled her to 32 in two days...

I was gonna give it to Rob and have him surprise you. I did not think it appropriate to come from me. I was going to have him say he did it all and have you two level it together to bring you two closer...

I don't know what to do with it now.

In other news I still don't know what to think about the fact that my first ex contacted me.

It makes me really confused and anxious.

And my dad broke my $140 pair of sunglasses accidentally and I have clinical shifts as soon as I get back...

Sigh.

The struggle is real. I don't think I'll be able to convince anyone to replace them for me cause I kind of spent nearly all my money on her. They think it was for gaming. It was just to make her happy.

I'm working on trying to get a custom Oakely Flak Jacket...its what the Oakley representative suggested for EMTs and teachers etc.

It's some good shit.

I miss you but I'd never say it around you or Rob. Apparently he'd "ruin me" by beating me with a pipe.

Fun.

I don't really appreciate that kind of talk. Rachel's boyfriend Jacob Isaacson talked like that. It bothers me. A lot.

But whatever.

I'm tired. The most the of Fasting, Ramadan, started. No food or drink from sun up to sun down. And I'm trying to take this time to curb my habit of swearing and to be more responsible these days.

I guess I can't get you out of my head.

Doomed to be haunted by my mistakes and losing the person that matters most to me.

Sigh.

James m. sama says in his blog that this leads good men to be jaded, cynical, and skeptical of everyone they meet. Its logical. Its not fair. But it happens.

He says it's our struggle to overcome these feelings and to be open to new people.in our lives. I guess this is going to be a lot harder than I thought.

It's been weeks if not months and I don't think you will stop floating through my head.
I haven't slept properly in weeks...

I don't sleep until 3am every morning because I'm afraid of what I dream and what I think.

On another note. I think I'll get the Oakley Flak Jacket 2.0 with matte black frame and black mirrored polarized lenses. Perfect for on or off duty.

I wish I was able to work out right now to burn some steam. I really can't stand hanging around my family for too long. Especially my mom and youngest sister.

I need a friend, lol.

I just want to fucking rant and be heard and respected and not told I'm a whiny botch or to man up all the time. I'm only human. I get mad and sad and frustrated too and its hard to deal with it on my own all the time.

Allison's nice and all but she's not best friend material..not mature enough yet.

Sigh.

I dunno. My head hurts and I'm primed to go off at some point today it seems.

Someone talk to me.

Other than my fucking ex, Rachel.

She fucking admitted she was responsible for what happened to me. She is goddamn right. Fucking crazy woman. You don't toy with someone like that.

And you don't fucking send a hitman to harass your ex over it either.

Fuck her.

I want to go yell at her but I'm not going to...

I don't wanna see her fucking name on my phone ever again.

Great. Now I'm more angry.

I'm hoping this day turns around sooner or later.






Saturday, June 13, 2015

Livin' the life.

I'm happy today.

I went out, had dinner with friends...I had a good fuckin' time.

I don't need a lover in my life to be happy.

My friends ARE my family. They love me and I love them.

We'll take care of each other.

I wore my 5.11 TDU pants out downtown today and damn! This shit is nice! It breathes better than jeans, has 11 pockets, is badass black, AND stain/spill resistant with reinforced seams so it resists rips and tears. Love it.

AND... I GOT MY DUTY BOOTS TODAY. HELL YEAH.

This shit is intimidating as fuck.

I don't mind being single.

I like being an adventurer. I like having stories to tell. I like being me...maybe not all the time, but definitely some of the time.

I like working out and wearing all black (boots,pants, belt, and shirt) and looking good.

It feels good to be in uniform. I have a purpose. I place. And I've got my framily to protect (friends/family).

I've started watching How I Met Your Mother again...i never finished the series...I decided college is a good time to do so.

If there's one thing I've learned is that for all the time that Ted waited for "the one"...the wait was worth it...and he had a damn good time getting there.

Why the hell should I live any different?

Why am I so damn afraid of fucking up?

When did I get so cowardly that I couldn't man the fuck up and say no.

I'm a more than just a guy or a man...I'm a gentleman.

Being a gentleman is being the new bad ass.

And that's exactly what I am.

Someday...I'll meet a woman who wants a kind of life that I do. Love, affection, trust...adventure, family, and compassion...

Someday I'll meet the woman that makes me realize why it never worked out with anyone else.

And I know she's out there.

And I'll be glad to meet her...because rather than their being nothing left of me to love at that point...I want to be chock full of stories, experiences, and new skills that I can't wait to share, show, and teach her...not to mention learning from her too!

I want to be a destination...not just the vehicle to it.

And for every girl i've met or tried to get close to...I was never the destination.

I got people where they needed to go. And that's okay. Because I like to be helpful. I like to see people succeed. And if I can be a part of someone else's success, then I'd be honored.

Cause one day...I'll be the succeeding too.

And I know I will.

I'm me.

I've been through shit only I know of. Despite telling some close people some of my darkest secrets.

I deserve a woman who makes me happy...and whom I can make equally happy in return.

She's out there. And I want to wish her, whomever she is, a goodnight, and a helluva lot of adventures, cause dayum, i know her stories will be just as good as I want mine to be.

Cause that's how we'll meet.

Something we didn't expect...that turns into something we never want to forget.

Isn't that how all the best adventures start?

^

Fuck. That's my new proposal line...


Bitch please. That beats my old one XD

Why do i get my best ideas in the wee hours of the morning???

Ah well. I'm gonna get out of these duty boots and pants and get some shut eye.

I'm not quite at peace yet, but I know it's out there...and i'll find it some day.

Night night bitches lol....i'm sorry. This is how you know i should not be allowed on the internet at this time of night...

But seriously...to anyone who may actually read this or any part of my blog...thank you for still reading. I know i can be really shitty sometimes, and depression is never an excuse to be a dick to anyone, it's just an explanation why, but thank you for being here and sticking through this long ass post, or even reading all my posts. I have almost a thousand now.

Most of them are about Wildcat.

You can tell I loved her. And you know, a part of me always will. She's a good person. She just isn't the person I'm meant to be with right now. She's got other people in her life. People that make her smile and forget the pain for a while, and those are the kinds of people we all need.

I'm proud of her and her courage. I'm honestly jealous of her for several traits. She's the kind of woman you meet and can tell that she truly is one of a kind.

I wish I had her courage, her bluntness (at times and I don't mean a joint XD ), and her child-like curiosity and playfulness. She's the badass I wish I could be. And that's the best complement I could ever give, cause for all her flaws, no one can deny that she is probably one of the coolest people you could ever meet.

She's been one of the best friends I've had. And I don't regret it at all.


It's time for me to go to bed. But i'm going to tell her that before i go to sleep. you never know when it's your last chance to say something to someone you care about.

Goodnight all.


Wednesday, June 10, 2015

basically i just hate myself and feel unlovable and unliked by everyone thanks to all this shit.

Everyone left me.

I can't game anymore cause you make it so clear how much you hate me and how annoying you think I am, not to mention the fact that no one will take me on any fucking runs anymore, and i can't do IO with raxius anymore and basically I hate aion.

It's a shit game and I'm not going back.

And i'm not tanking anything for you either.

I've done enough to try to help you.

Steven will take care you now.

I literally could not hate myself any more than I do.

I disgust myself. I've been ripping my hair out all day in clumps until my head hearts and clawing myself til my arms burn.

Being nice never got me anywhere in life.

I might as well play chicken with the freight-train that runs so frequently behind the apartments.

You wouldn't give two shits. You got all you wanted.

Fuck i just hate myself.

Go be happy.

I'm not crawling back to you again.

Not if you're gonna fuck me over again and take everything i have and then have others call you princess.

Fuck it.

I'd rather kill myself.

I hate myself so much when the sun goes down cause that's when im truly alone and know that there really isn't anyone out here for me.

I hate myself. I feel dirty...no matter how much i shower or scrub my skin i don't feel clean.

My ocd about my hair is getting bad...i hate broken hairs on my head and will rip them out in clumps.

my room's a mess. I'm a mess.

I hate it.

I hate what people have done to me.

I'm just trying to be somebody.

Monday, June 8, 2015

I feel weird but my profile on here is so different than what it would have been if I made it just a few years ago...it's so open about sex and love and apparently i'm more old-fashioned than most guys my age!

It's funny. I see how much being around you changed me...and I like who I am now compared to who I was then.


It's kinda funny. It's just interesting seeing myself on a stupid site like this and yet I wonder if it would ever work and actually match me with someone who's actually interested in me. (OkCupid)

Yes, I know. You don't love me and it's okay. I understand and I'm totally up for being friends with you anyways. I like being around you. You make me more comfortable being myself and exploring who I want to be and what i really value.

And I want to be there to listen to you when you just want to know if you're making the right choices or if you should go out with someone or if you really love someone. I wanna see you happy and safe, Wildcat. I really do, and I can do that best by being just a friend.

I'm happy for you and S. And I'm hopeful. I want whatever is best for you, hon (platonic!! not lovey dovey! It's a southern thing. Hon, sweetheart, and dear.)

If this man makes you happy...if you feel safe with him when all else seems unsafe...if his arms are the ones you want to run to when you've got no where else to turn...if he's the guy you want to talk to about your day and the first one that comes to mind when something happens (good or bad), I support you. Wholeheartedly.

Yes.

Really.

Go get 'em, Wildcat.

So he's got a kid? He had the courage to keep it. And to raise it. And she seems happy with her dad.

OkCupid's questions made me think about that kind of stuff.

I say, who cares if they have a kid? If they got a divorce? If they are good people...if they make you feel safe and happy and help encourage you to be healthy, why do all those other things matter?

I'm a romantic, Wildcat. But I'm also very easy going about that kind of stuff. If the people are right for each other, then what's it matter what anyone else thinks? Yes, counsel from those you know and trust and who know you can be very helpful, but it's not the gospel truth. You gotta decide some stuff yourself too.

I'm not saying go all out today, or tomorrow, or even in a month for now.

I'm saying, don't close the door on a happy ending to your story just yet, sweetheart.

We all deserve a loving partner.

Maybe S is it. Maybe he isn't.

One thing I learned from Sparrow, and honestly, I've tried to live up to this bit of advice and I'd like to pass it on is...

"It's not always a bad thing to worry. It shows you care about something. But it's bad when you let that worry stop you from doing amazing things. Yes, it's going to take time to get what you want, and yes, it's going to be difficult at times, but would you actually feel like you accomplished something if it was easy?"

Don't let being afraid keep you from the potential of a loving and caring partner, hon.

I mean that.

I may not have been right for you, and as much as that saddens me, it's okay. Because there are still chances for us to find joy, to find happiness, to find the right people for us even if it's not each other.

And if he or another guy really seems genuine and caring...don't close the door on them.

I know you love T, and he loved you. It doesn't have to end with him. The love you shared can continue and live on.

He and I both love you. If he is half the man you've shown him to be, he would want you to be happy, Wildcat. Happy and safe. Live and love. Love fully. Care and fight for those you love.

Let the memory of loving T be proof that you are not unlovable. Let his words remind you that you ARE worthy of being told you're beautiful and that your body is a canvas for the kisses of your loved ones and those who love you, and not a place for more cuts.

You are the most beautiful and amazing woman i have ever met. T was lucky to have met you, have lain with you and loved you and been loved by you.

He was a good man, but he's not the only good man out there. There are billions of people on this planet and not all of them are jackasses and pervs and dicks. Some of us really do want to see you smile.

Sometimes that's all we want in life is to make our loved ones smile and feel safe.

I know i say it a lot, probably too much really...but the best times with you were the times you fell asleep next to me on skype...i could listen to your quiet breathing forever as you slept...it was so satisfying and peaceful to know you felt safe enough to fall asleep there with me...and the times you could get drunk or high around me and just goof off and be yourself...

There is no replacement for you, Wildcat. There is no other you.

Be proud of who you are. You are smart. Brilliant even. Your grades don't define you. Nor does your past or your mistakes.

This is your present. This is your future. Here. Now.

You can do whatever you want with your life. Fuck all of them. They're all bastards and should go burn in Hell.

You....you are precious. You are a treasure and you gotta remember that.

That rant the other night? Where you stood up for yourself?

That made me so proud.

If i ever have a daughter, I want her to have your strength and courage, Wildcat. I mean that. I wouldn't mind naming her in your honor either, to be honest.

Your self-respect in that post is something women need more of. You stood up for yourself and refused to be a booty-call or a "hoe" and made it clear...

You are a goddamn Lady and you deserve to be treated like one.

Not only were you clear that you're not a hoe, but you showed you're not a side hoe either.

You want to be your man's priority. His main girl. His focus.

And you're damn right.

No girl deserves to be anything less than her partner's main focus when it comes to women.

If he's not respecting you and treating you right and proves he's not willing to change or try to improve the relationship for both your sakes and compromise when needed, dump his ass on that curb and walk the hell away.

Yeah, you're a strong, independent woman. Dating a strong girl like you takes finesse and tact.

Maybe that's what i was missing. But whatever it may have been, it takes a special guy to catch more than just your eye...

If you feel something for S...don't ignore it.

Take care of what needs to be done right now. You're young and you have time. But please, please, please, don't give up on yourself, Wildcat. You're too special to live life without being treated as such.

The first rule we're taught as EMT's is... "take care of yourself first".

Want to know why? You cant help anyone if you're so frazzled, stressed, and on edge that you can't focus or calmly deal with everyday stuff.

Make time for yourself, hon. Treat yo self.

You look great. So don't be afraid to have a little beer now and then or an ice cream here or there.

You don't have to be pencil thin to be hot and sexy and drop dead gorgeous. You already are.

Scientifically speaking, pencil thin girls with the super skinny waist? While the come off as attractive, in the long run they relationships don't tend to pan out as well as average or slightly above average build in women.

Reason being? We are biologically more attracted to a balanced physique and nature in a partner.

you are young, strong, smart, and beautiful.

And yes, that is including your scars, sweetheart.

your story has changed my life forever and i will never again look at people the same since i have met you. You really gave me a chance to see the world from another point of you and I can't ever forget that.

Whoever you are with, they are the luckiest person alive.

And I mean that, Kitten.

I really do.

I do wish i could go back and fix things between us before things got all shitty and whatnot, and maybe i'd have had a chance, but as it is, I just want you happy and i'm willing to do all i can to be there for you through it and to see you find and be with someone that really "gets" you and can handle you the way you need and want. I know it won't be easy to work all that out, but I know it's not impossible. I mean, Tyler loved you. I love you, and still do.

Shit happens and fights and arguments don't mean people don't love you or that they suddenly hate you. It may be just a battle between your biological age and your maturity but it'll take time to realize that a lot of us do genuinely care about you.

We want you to succeed and we want you to want to succeed.

Very little in this life would make me happier than you see you graduate, get a nice job, and find a stable and happy relationship. Hell, if you got married some day, i'd be happy to see your wedding and wish you the best life possible, Lani.

That's how much I care.

I want you happy. I don't care if it's not with me.

YOU matter.

And so does your happiness.

It's not easy. It never is.

But it will be damn well worth it in the end, hon.

I promise you that.

Don't give in. And don't give up.

We may not be "in love" but you have all my contact info. Please, please, call me or skype me or whatever you wanna use if you need anything. I know life gets shitty and sometimes we just need someone to vent to or cry with or ask an opinion from or just tell us that it's gonna be okay, and I want to be there for you. Even if it means you don't love me. We all need a friend we can trust. I know some of your secrets and you know I will never tell them to anyone. I know some of your past and why you do some of the things you do. And when you need or want to talk, I will do my best to be available, Lani.

I want to be your friend again and see you through this to the better side of life. And i think we can really help each other that way. I trust you and you are one of only two people who've ever seen me suicidal and crying and an angry mess. Melissa is the only other one.

That speaks to how much i trust you. I get shit happened and we've argued, but it doesn't make me care any less about you.

We all want the same thing. We want peace. We want answers. We want the pain to end and for our voices to be heard.

i want to be a part of that too.

I hope this isn't too much or too forward or anything like that.

I just want you to understand that I care and I want to be a part of a better life, even if it's just as a friend.

I want us both to be happy. And making you happy makes me happy.

I don't want you to take this like I wanna get back together. That would be nice, but I know that's probably never gonna happen and I know that i'm not a part of that equation anymore. I'm not here to be your lover. I'm here to be your friend and try to give you the best damn company you can get outside of being a dedicated lover/partner. I want to be a good friend you can trust.

And I want you to know that.

My blog is here for me to write the things I think and feel. It's not necessarily for you to respond to it or to read too much into it.

I care about you. And I just want you happy. That's the TL: DR  of this post.

Good luck on your maths test. I know you can do great. Just stay calm, breathe, and do your best. Whatever you get on it, I'll be proud of you for showing up and giving it a go, Lani.

And I wish you and Steven the best. He's a good guy. And I'm glad you two met each other. I really hope things work out, whether with him or someone else. I just want you happy and safe and healthy.

It's really all I care about.

I can't believe this has been the reason i'm up at 4am again.

Sigh.

You see? It keeps me up, thinking about it. I don't want to be hated or excluded or get left out by you. You're amazing and I love being around you. You end up on my mind more often than not and time seems to slip away from me as I wonder so many, many things...so many what ifs...

And that's how I'm here. Writing to you at 4:03am.

It's crazy. I know.

But i can't help it.

When you touched me, I changed in a way i can't explain and I know i can't go back to who I was before we met. Your existence has altered my life in ways I will still probably only learn as the years go by.

I only hope you are still alive for me to tell you about them as we trade stories about how we're doing and how our friends/families etc are doing.

I don't want to lose you as my friend.

When I said you were my best friend...I really meant it.

I've never laughed, loved, or cried as much as I have with you.

You are like life. Full of ups, downs, and good times and amazing memories.

I'm scared to post this in that you might take it the wrong way or that i'll just make life more complicated for you and confusing and that you might end up more reluctant to speak to me after seeing how...enthusiastic... i can get about you.

I just don't know either.

I guess...it's complicated.

It'll be a while before we get a chance to talk openly about it all I suppose. you have a lot on your plate right now and i don't want to get in the way.

Anyways, I need to sleep. I'm exhausted.

Good luck, Lani. You're in my prayers.