People are strange when you're a stranger. Faces look ugly when you're alone. Women seem wicked when you're unwanted..Faces come out of the rain when you're strange.
- The Doors.

Some people really are just utterly
sadistic assholes.
At this point in time I have a
former friend who currently refrains
from making even a gesture in my
general direction unless it is
a look of sheer comtempt.
His reasons behind this, I fear
to think of. Although I have this
inclination that it may have
something to do with the fact that
he may think that I've falsely
informed someone else of things that
never actually happened between us.
Which I most certainly did not.

It wouldn't bother me but for the
fact that we ended something that
never even got to start with the sole
condition that we would stay as close
friends as we were before.
And we really did get on well.
We did speak up until about noon
today when the silence started.
It had been stilted, generalised
small-talk but it had been
conversation at the very least.

Earlier today I was considering
having yet another "serious"
conversation with him about the
state of things but I know that
there's still a possibility that
it might all be in my head.
Though I'm fairly positive it's not.

And I'm being told that I shouldn't
think about it any more.
That I shouldn't think about him
anymore because the things that
he did to me really deserve neither
description nor recollection.
I'm also being told that finding
a new outlet for my affections
would be the best course of action
but at this present juncture,
I just don't see how I can handle
trying to feel anything in that vein
again for at least a short time.
No matter how tawdry and transient
those feelings may end up being.

But there are some in worse situations
than I.
Some that are starting afresh and some
that are regressing, but most certainly
in the only intelligable way.
And I wish these people the very best.
Firstly, because I love both
and secondly because I know better than
some others and as well as more;

A mighty pain to love it is,

And 'tis a pain that pain to miss;

But of all pains, the greatest pain

It is to love, but love in vain

And it never f'ing goes away..

One Love.

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