Not as if anyone cares, but I've decided to do one of two things. I'm going to a). revamp this site to reflect more who I am and less who I was; and/or b). kill myself. Sound like fun? Doesn't sound so bad to me. I've been feeling so nostalgic, you know, pining for a time and place where it seemed like I belonged, where things were important. I'm trying to deal with the fact that I have nothing to offer, which is good in a way, because I have no takers. I'm reflecting because back then, I did have something to offer. People listened, people noticed. There used to be such a strong drive to get out there, and seek out my place and live. Now all I want is to get out. I am a coward. I lack the intestinal fortitude to make it in this world of wreckage. I cannot exsist in a world where all I exsist for is to pay bills. If I could just make that human connection with someone... If He could be here again, and make me feel like He did so long ago... Better yet, if there could be SOMEONE NEW who could make me feel those same things, who could make me forget Him. Am I pathetic or what? Well, I suppose I'll try to get more up here soon for the ravenous audience of noone who actually reads this lousy thing. You know, if anybody ever does read this, and you're male and somewhere near age 25 and the city of roanoke virginia, give us a write and help us forget...
[email protected] or just hit CONTACT up at the top of this diatribe of self loathing. peace