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A drunken rant, you've been warned. Don't read it if you don't want your time wasted, and don't whine about having to read it when you've clearly been warned. Or else.
Sometimes the person you cared about the most wasn't the person you thought they were. Life saves the most painful lessons for when you're mature enough to face them. Or maybe we save those lessons for that time because that's when we're ready.
Whatever the case, I've had doubts about everything before, but I figured nothing is perfect and that every relationship needs work for it to be successful. I still believe both of those statements. But now I see that sometimes things just weren't meant to be no matter how hard you try to force it. No matter how much part of you wants everything to work out in a beautiful, happily-ever-after scenario, the heart wants what the heart wants.
Explain to me how starting over after years of devotion can feel refreshing, and you once again have the feeling that anything is possible, even that perfect woman that's tucked neatly into the back of your mind. Explain to me how after feeling everything slipping for years, and years of arguments and strife that have now lead back to the lonely place you were at before makes you want it all over again. Because you never really minded at all, and you still don't now. You still want it again, you ache for it in every breath and every pulse. You are still lonely, you were lonely even with that person, but without them it's unbearable. Thus the want, the longing, becomes a need. It's no longer a matter of choice, that's what you tell yourself, it's what you have to have.
All you can do is obey you primal need to not feel alone. Your friends might say that you should never have let it happen, that you shouldn't go back to it again, but they say it partly because they want you to be happy, and partly because they want you to be as miserable as they are. They're not the one with that godawful knife protruding from their heart, by way of the back, are they? They're not the ones feeling what you feel because they're not you. So fuck them, let them decide for themselves, because you're not them, just like they're not you. Let everyone think what they want and go fuck themselves. Because they don't have a fucking clue what it's like.
So now it's game time, time to man up, this is the fucking post-season, and it's all coming down to you. Are you going to let shit slide and be a pushover, a pussy, a panicky, petrified punk? Or are you going to stick to your guns, stand your ground, and face the bleak, desolate isolation that you yourself have not only created but, in fact, insisted upon with every ounce of emphasis you could muster?
If you're older than twelve and not a complete fag you already know throwing a piece of ass out the window is a bad move, no matter what the situation. Most fags probably feel the same way, come to think of it (no pun intended, queer). Here's a great lesson for youngsters: don't fuck up getting pussy by accurately portraying your true feelings toward that 'beautiful young lady.'
Instead, arrange some new back-up pootang for a seamless transition into your new environment, which you can tolerate for the time being until the process repeats itself once again. Cue Lion King "Circle of Life" song, goodbye.
