A chronicle of my life starting from June 21,
2002. |
July 10, 2002 Now, the title of this entry may suggest that I talked and everything was good as gravy. This is untrue. We never had a "talk". I know. I was gonna do it. I was determined. But I woke up feeling too weak. And the time I planned to talk had everyone busy, so there wasn't a chance. Later that night, I could have talked to her, but she was talking with everyone else, and I didn't wanna make a big deal and interrupt. Plus I'm a coward, but that's besides the point. The fact is though, that, talk or no talk, it may get better. Why? She acknowledged my presence and didn't insult me (except when I was playing the drums, but that's different...She just doesn't like the drumset). It probably seems that I'm pathetically holding on to every tiny little bit. I am. Because every tiny little bit is all there is to hold onto. And if things do get back even close to our old friendship, I will treasure and hold it closer than I did before, if that's possible. I don't want anything to happen like this ever again. Of course, that's a big if. And I may be just getting my hopes up. But from where my hopes were before, "up" isn't very high anyway. And now, the traditional (yeah right) recommended listening: Metalhead by Brak from Space Ghost! Weird, I know. Well, til next time... ~ Dris ~ |