Tout Le Monde,

I fucked up.  The night before I took the worst night of my recent life and turned into the chance I never gotten.

As right as it seemed at the time I think that maybe it was a big mistake.

I let Mr. Man back in. Back in more ways than one and for that night I didn't recall any hate or anger or sorrows.  I was in his arms again and I can feel everything that I didn't with him.  For that moment in time he was whoever I wanted him to be, and I chose to make him the one that I could give my heart to.

Erase the face, erase the history, he was the new guy with no history.  The new guy that I can start over with and make eachother happy.

But that was just a night.  A night that didn't garauntee my days.  And here I lay wondering if this had clouded my mind to be awkward around a guy that wanted to stay.

So the night was just a memory and the shit heads that left me I guess deserve to be gone.  But the will in my body as been reduced a sore and strenuously weak thing.

Or was that the all day snowboarding...

Salut