no goodbyes

[MoJo8AnaHalf]

It sux when all you got , ever trusted , ever loved is gone - with out a good-bye. It sux to know when you were out kik'en it you could'a been spending vaulable time with that person.. I guess you have to learn that you have one main thing in life thats most important in life out of all things an the one thing should be your-self.. NOt in a conceited way but in a way that your gratefull for being you an experiencing the things youve experieced.. And learn to love your self un-conditionaly- an rember you always got some one to talk t when thngs get krazy- ur self, you should try wrightng it helps express fellings an emotions more than youd believe.. what did you do when you lost somebody you cared for an with out a good bye they just went on to teh afterlife- how did you cope , an what did you learn outta the experince

 

[frostyangel]

Your absolutely right... and until you completely love yourself; and but noone but yourself first.. then my friend you will meet the other half of your soul...

 

[Jungle Bunny]

savvier amnesia

Boo Boo, let me take you back to the “Paul situation”. Momo knows about Paul, but you all don’t (P.S Momo real corny thread B much love). At any rate I was with this dude Paul for several months, and initially I didn’t like him for reasons that really aren’t important. What is important is that this dude pressed me… he didn’t even live in my city and he just pressed me until eventually he grew on me. So fast forward much down the road, he and I finally settled down in the same city and truly started a cool relationship. And even though Paul didn’t “act” non heterosexual he was very pimp about giving me respect and acknowledging that he and I were together when in social situations.

Well one day Paul got deathly sick and was hospitalized. During the course of his stay at the hospital he was given ”life or death” surgery with the outcome being most likely death due to complications. All the while I like a good little significant sat everyday tooth and nail at the hospital being supportive. When Paul survived the surgery I was much pleased but as a side effect he developed savvier amnesia and completely forgot that he was non heterosexual. In fact when he regained consciousness he didn’t even know who I was and insisted that I must have been mistaken about our relationship because, in his own words, “I wouldn’t do something sick like that!”

^Talk about a mind trip! He woke up completely heterosexual and still to this day thinks I’m psycho. So to that end I’m very pissy because I never got to say good by to “my” Paul and I really can’t stand this “new” Paul… or his new wife. We have only seen each other once since then, it didn’t go well.