I was clipping along reading posts and posting back and then hit the Miles post. I have to say wow. I am really hurt. Fine you want out go, I will see you one the other side brother. Don't talk to me like a stupid child. But how dare you just read everything and see me looking for you, you must have known I had called and just ignore that. I don't need shit from you but you sure could have said, hey i am in the hospital. WhatEVer. I am really hurt that you would talk to me all night like some real person that gives a crap and then just let me and my emotions hang out to dry. That blows. So you are sick, your not dead, well not yet and there are a shit fucking ton of other people out there doing their thing with a lot less and in a lot worse situations. No I won't call the authorities. If you are that selfish go right damn ahead. I don't care. I am over trying to fix anybodies anything. Hell fire the more I care the more anger or condescension I inspire. Guess i embodied the wrong fucking muse this time. Damn it. Do what you want, but after all we talked about, i am talked out to you my friend. You have a choice and in my healthier place I know it is yours and yours alone. Being sick is no excuse for being a callus dick. I am happy you have your family around you and you must be doing better to be going home. You know what I say, Soco has something right, live your life, as long as you have a breath you can make a difference. Or you can give up.
My grandfather used to take me fishing. I hated to see the fish get jerked out of the water. I hated to see the hook pulled out and how they flopped around. You want to give up before you get tossed back in to the pond and see what you can do well go right ahead. And you can be close physically. Shit you can find people with aids to have sex with or buy a damn fleshlight, but no one said you can't hold hands, hug, be with people. Damn. I love you my friend, but that is all not cool. Not one bit and you can do things even dying. You arent dead yet. You could do so much.
My grandfather used to take me fishing. I hated to see the fish get jerked out of the water. I hated to see the hook pulled out and how they flopped around. You want to give up before you get tossed back in to the pond and see what you can do well go right ahead. And you can be close physically. Shit you can find people with aids to have sex with or buy a damn fleshlight, but no one said you can't hold hands, hug, be with people. Damn. I love you my friend, but that is all not cool. Not one bit and you can do things even dying. You arent dead yet. You could do so much.
