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[thehefner]

I am a damned nostalgic lovesick fool, particularly weak tonight and lacking in willpower, I went and did some little thing that I swore up and down I'd never do again and now, once again, I have thrown my heart in a blender and I have no one to blame but myself. Well, actually, it wasn't that bad. I'm not incredibly hurt jumping up and down in pain. I just got, well, a little misty eyed. For the first time in weeks, I'm feeling the old stuff again. God help me. I really do miss the silly wee girl. No one else saw the world like her.

(consider yourself lucky that LJ accidentally or purposely ate my much longer earlier entry on this matter, with much more angsty depth all-around. The God of LJ is looking out for my readership, so it would seem. I shall name him Pucky, and curse him erelong.)

Comments

[kwsapphire.livejournal.com]

Been there. I wish there were something I could say that would make it better, but there isn't. And even though we know, in our heads, that time heals all wounds, and we'll find someone else, and life goes on.. it doesn't help the HEART in the NOW. And so you sit there and feel the pain, and maybe cry a little, or maybe cry a lot. And there's nothing any of us can do.

But I understand. I know how you feel. And without knowing the details, I know you have the right to feel that way. And I know similar words from friends comforted me when I was in pain, so I offer them to you.

[thehefner.livejournal.com]

Boy oh boy, ain't that the truth, what you just said right there. As for details, ha, stick around me long enough and you'll be bound to hear 'em sooner or later, whether you want 'em or not!

In all seriousness, though, thank you. And yeah, even though there is indeed nothing to be done, it does help to know that I have the comfort of friends, even really recent ones like yourself. Thanks for the kind words and support. Now I try to sleep before I become any more of a sentimental melodramatic sap.

[spacechild.livejournal.com]

we've all done it, brother. dont sweat it.

it doesnt make you a lovesick fool, just a hurting person like the rest of us.

i'm here if you need me. just call and come on over. we'll get a beer and drown our sorrows.

[thehefner.livejournal.com]

Once I get back from Seattle, you betcha. Maybe before or after I see Bub in NJ.

[spacechild.livejournal.com]

whenever's clever.

plus, we still gotta figure out BR saturday!