So I’m still getting over my stupid crush (mentioned several pages ago) and I’m still sad and all but it’s… different. This is the first time I’ve ever let myself have a crush on a guy without just forcing myself to repress it and never mention it to anyone ever, so even though things obviously didn’t work out how I wanted, but at least I’m actually allowing myself to process my emotions I guess. For example, I used to cringe, or even get angry, any time I heard the word “crush,” and to be fair, it’s still a stupid word, but I can use it without feeling a wave of terrible anger and embarrassment wash over me.
I guess what I’m trying to say is that I’m not okay, and that’s okay, because maybe I am okay, or will be okay, if that makes sense.
Man. I hear you. I totally get the angle this comes from. I hope you know you’re not alone. You totally remind me of how things were for me around your age.
I read your posts and they have such a familar echo. It’s like I was back over there. Back living things they way they were before everything fell apart.
So you’re special to me man. I want you to know you give me a sort of hope that a guy could imagine a different life in a way. I mean that a guy could start from the same root, but change paths enough to not fall into the trap I laid out.
Peace.