Post by Logan Andrews on Jan 17, 2009 21:03:07 GMT
This is my favourite time of day.
I like it when it's just getting really black out. Evening is sort of alright, higher visibility and all, but then there's that annoying period of time where it's sort of dark but not completely dark, and then there is this...when everything becomes all muted and heavy and black.
It's good for skulking around in, sure, and it's very unlikely I'm either going to be seen or recognised, which is also a plus.
I like it better because it's easier to disappear into as well. No one knows where I am, I don't know where I am, I might not even exist for all I'm aware.
And now would be a really good time to not exist.
I hate this.
I hate how new to this all I am. This is why I don't bother with friendships, let alone relationships. But I suppose the longer I put it off, the more inevitable it was that I would get caught up in one someday and the worse it would be.
It's worse, of course, because relationships really are needlessly painful and there are so many hiccups and so many issues and I don't even know if it's worth putting up with all of that just for the good moments in between.
It's even worse, of course, because I'm new to it all so everything is new and fresh and frighteningly intense and I can honestly say that I've scarcely felt much of this before.
Two things I'm definitely not new too, however, are hate and anger. And there's certainly enough of that buzzing around at the moment.
It's been a funny sort of day. Funny as in 'odd' naturally.
It started off with that hollow feeling that's been with me for days, since the suicide attempt, that little hole which refuses to be filled and occasionally nags at me that something is missing and I don't know what it is yet. So I sat and contemplated that for a while.
And then there was that nice however long it was with Arden on the couch. Definitely the highlight of my day, no matter what way I look at it.
Besides the fact that it preceded that lovely little 'I sort of cheated on you' bombshell.
And then I wandered around a bit, contemplating that one while trying not to let it hurt as much as it did, because I've never been susceptible to that sort of hurt before.
I suppose it's really fate that I'm here now.
Fate that I ran into Riley's sister and after a subtle little line of questioning she let it slip where I might find him. Thank you Lilith...no, it's not Lilith is it? Lilith is Arden's sister...Lilian is Riley's sister. I think. Why do the damn names have to sound alike?
I do so very hate being wrong.
Like I was wrong to trust her. I never even consciously decided that I would trust her at all, I only realised when I realised she'd stabbed me in the back.
With him.
But trust is a funny old thing, isn't it?
I think to a certain extent I even must have trusted him a little, unwillingly of course, but all the same. I knew he loved her, didn't I? I didn't do anything about it. I assumed he'd have the sense to stay away.
Some people just have no sense though. I already did sort of assume that he had nothing between his ears, but I thought at least he would have a little bit of common sense.
Well, I'll fix that, I suppose. Or at least satisfy myself.
What kind of man would I be if I left this be? A peaceful, calm, rational, sensible, good man probably, but I'm not really any of those things.
I can hardly let him get away with this. It's her fault as well of course...but I don't know what to do about that. So I suppose I just have to take it out on him.
Maybe. I'm still not decided whether I'm hear to talk about this or to just hurt him...my intentions change with every damn step.
I'm still fairly undecided when I'm actually on the doorstep, still fairly undecided when I hammer the door with my fist for about ten seconds, still undecided when I rock back on my heels and wait for it to open. I'm even still undecided when I grip my wand in my pocket.
I like it when it's just getting really black out. Evening is sort of alright, higher visibility and all, but then there's that annoying period of time where it's sort of dark but not completely dark, and then there is this...when everything becomes all muted and heavy and black.
It's good for skulking around in, sure, and it's very unlikely I'm either going to be seen or recognised, which is also a plus.
I like it better because it's easier to disappear into as well. No one knows where I am, I don't know where I am, I might not even exist for all I'm aware.
And now would be a really good time to not exist.
I hate this.
I hate how new to this all I am. This is why I don't bother with friendships, let alone relationships. But I suppose the longer I put it off, the more inevitable it was that I would get caught up in one someday and the worse it would be.
It's worse, of course, because relationships really are needlessly painful and there are so many hiccups and so many issues and I don't even know if it's worth putting up with all of that just for the good moments in between.
It's even worse, of course, because I'm new to it all so everything is new and fresh and frighteningly intense and I can honestly say that I've scarcely felt much of this before.
Two things I'm definitely not new too, however, are hate and anger. And there's certainly enough of that buzzing around at the moment.
It's been a funny sort of day. Funny as in 'odd' naturally.
It started off with that hollow feeling that's been with me for days, since the suicide attempt, that little hole which refuses to be filled and occasionally nags at me that something is missing and I don't know what it is yet. So I sat and contemplated that for a while.
And then there was that nice however long it was with Arden on the couch. Definitely the highlight of my day, no matter what way I look at it.
Besides the fact that it preceded that lovely little 'I sort of cheated on you' bombshell.
And then I wandered around a bit, contemplating that one while trying not to let it hurt as much as it did, because I've never been susceptible to that sort of hurt before.
I suppose it's really fate that I'm here now.
Fate that I ran into Riley's sister and after a subtle little line of questioning she let it slip where I might find him. Thank you Lilith...no, it's not Lilith is it? Lilith is Arden's sister...Lilian is Riley's sister. I think. Why do the damn names have to sound alike?
I do so very hate being wrong.
Like I was wrong to trust her. I never even consciously decided that I would trust her at all, I only realised when I realised she'd stabbed me in the back.
With him.
But trust is a funny old thing, isn't it?
I think to a certain extent I even must have trusted him a little, unwillingly of course, but all the same. I knew he loved her, didn't I? I didn't do anything about it. I assumed he'd have the sense to stay away.
Some people just have no sense though. I already did sort of assume that he had nothing between his ears, but I thought at least he would have a little bit of common sense.
Well, I'll fix that, I suppose. Or at least satisfy myself.
What kind of man would I be if I left this be? A peaceful, calm, rational, sensible, good man probably, but I'm not really any of those things.
I can hardly let him get away with this. It's her fault as well of course...but I don't know what to do about that. So I suppose I just have to take it out on him.
Maybe. I'm still not decided whether I'm hear to talk about this or to just hurt him...my intentions change with every damn step.
I'm still fairly undecided when I'm actually on the doorstep, still fairly undecided when I hammer the door with my fist for about ten seconds, still undecided when I rock back on my heels and wait for it to open. I'm even still undecided when I grip my wand in my pocket.