I HAVE RETURNED

You know, I meant for this to be a regular thing in my life, but unfortunately, I keep letting it fall by the wayside. I gotta stop thinking that Skynet is reading my blog to find weaknesses in my John Connor-esque persona.

I jest.

Anyways, I guess there should be some updates. Quick fire bullet point force GO!

• Got into the Naval Academy. Plebe ho!
• Romance update: Diana: Residual. After Mel told me about some things, I lost a lot of what I had left. Because I trust Mel more. And because she doesn't return my calls.

Jenna: Still there, about 70%. "The One That Got Away" Asked her out, she couldn't reciprocate feelings, but still friends. The best I can hope for, but at least I didn't drag her into something she didn't want to get involved in.

NEW!: Candace: Conflicted. Trying to figure out if I truly love her in a romantic sense of if I'm just desperate for a gf. Did get close during a Naval Academy parents club event after XMas, but might have been just a one time thing.

• Not depressed anymore! Well, it comes and goes.

I'll post later on as I think of new stuff to say, but this will suffice for now. Ciao.

The darkness is coming again. I can feel it.

Long time, no post

I don't really feel like a long winded post to cover all the events I've neglected to post. Suffice to say, I'm in one of those lulls between crushes again.

Yep. That one's over. But still, its never really over, is it?

./slightly depressed, with a twinge of loneliness...

Grandmother died this morning.

My emotions are battering the gates to the fortress of my mind. I must repulse them. They shall not enter.

The pain of the unknown stabs at me. I bear it, knowing full well that I might yet have a chance. And yet, I know that if these winds cause my vessel to capsize, I may never recover.

Sonuva bitch, I can't smile...

Oh yeah, Leslie hates me right now. Damn.

Quick Random Poetry

I speak to you from far away
Yet I make no sound
When you reply, I am warmed
And feel comfort, joy

We speak and sing of strange things
Yet one thing is consistent
I cannot wrest my mind from you
And so my mind is absent

And now the clock strikes twelve
And separate we must
But I shall see you soon
And in this faith I trust