I still check your blog, but never see any updates. I see this blog gets no visitors – so writing this must be foolish because you won’t read it.
Best of luck, and love always.
An online diary of a heartbroken man
I still check your blog, but never see any updates. I see this blog gets no visitors – so writing this must be foolish because you won’t read it.
Best of luck, and love always.
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I stopped visiting because you weren’t posting. I see you have done a post dump….. Things are here that weren’t here and dated for months back.
A is an alcoholic. He lives less than a mile from me. He hacked into my accounts and was harassing me. I went off Facebook, that didn’t work. I then had a friend pose as a boyfriend so I could tell A that I was moving on. When he stopped harassing me, and after I secured all of my accounts and made sure he couldn’t hack into them I stopped pretending there was a boyfriend. Yes it was lying, but I am finally feeling settled and safe. You were not the only person who felt hurt by that situation.
When I visit, I re-read a lot of your posts.
Yes, as usual a lot is happening here and as usual I want to pick up the phone and call you, but I don’t. I don’t want to keep sucking you in. You say it’s okay, but then I hurt you and it states the vicious circle all over again.
I will not be coming to VT anytime soon. I have a new job (long crazy story) and I don’t think I should take time off. Originally I was planning on coming home the day before my birthday and returning on the 6th of the next month.
I miss home, but I am loving my work (albeit there have been some horrible days…. Like yesterday). I have had to take several mornings and such off because of doctors appointments (here we go again).
I haven’t been posting, because there is something wrong with my laptop and I don’t know where to take it for repairs. I should get a new one. I never know what to do with the old ones.
Oh well, my 6 minutes are up. Alarm is going off! I hope you have a good day…..
I won’t say I miss you or miss talking to you, you said that just gives you hope.
I thought you were saying Billy Joel’s Innocent Man was about me. My fear of leaving everything here (what little there is) to chase you.
I’ve been searching for the daughter of the devil himself
I’ve been searching for an angel in white
I’ve been waiting for a woman who’s a little of both
And I can feel her but she’s nowhere in sight
I hate the fucking Eagles!!! LOL
You are the innocent man…I am the person he is talking about. Any way…..