wow…i had like…the best night ever. i can’t even compare. the words i received from my Lashes, the words i read to my Lashes…it’s all just a fucking dream. the reaction i saw, the reaction i felt…nothing can even compare…seriously.
we ate lasagna…we drank vodka…we shared pudding as i fed her with my spoon…she fed me gummi worms…this girl is simply phenomenal in a way that none of you will ever understand. i only wish that our paths continue to cross and intersect….i only wish that we continue to grow together as we have recently.
*edit* we also played in the rain and walked to QT to buy cigarettes. i carried her on my back across the mud so she wouldn’t dirty her cute shoes 🙂 it’s been forever since i’ve done something like that…yeah it was adorable… 😉
my Lashes…you are my masterpiece…always…and i’ll never let you break.

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Lizz Mozingo
I love playing in the rain! Daniel, you’re just damned adorable. Why can’t all guys be this romantic?
Reply(2)4 years ago

Lizz Mozingo
LOL….sad but true, my dear… so sad but true…
4 years ago

Daniel Self
because without a world full of douchebags, i’d never seem as awesome as i am! 😉
4 years ago

Blake Cover
Awesome! I’m glad things are working out for you. I have one burning question though. Were you wrapped in gummi worms?
Reply(2)4 years ago

Blake Cover
I’m never turning my back on you.
4 years ago

Daniel Self
it was actually a war. there were these old crotchety gummi bears that attacked us, and the new, sly, gummi worms fought on our side and ended up killing the bears.

then we ate the victorious worms. what an ironic victory for them, right?
4 years ago

So Sunday…9am…my cousin wakes my drunken, hungover ass up, after me passing out (literally) at 5am. A crispy crème donut and a shower later, we’re off to the convention again. This is where it became like “Tulsa” for me…everywhere we walked people were like “hey dude!” cuz I’d partied with them the night before. I guess I partied much longer than them since they beat me downstairs. My cousin’s wife ran into Camden downstairs and talked to him, told him that she heard he had a late night out partying with me, and he was like “why do you think I’m drinking red bull??” haha. Good stuff.

So I think I forgot something? I don’t know, for some reason I was walking back to the room and I saw Breck’s friends and he was like “HEY DUDE 925!!!!” hah…yeah…the reference to the infamous party room that didn’t happen. We laughed and I told him it ended up at room 230, and his girl was like wtf the drunk girl was right?? Now I know…trust the drunk girl next time.

I went and got in line to get Sid Haig’s autograph for Lacy, so I got that knocked out of the way and Lew Temple was right next to him and had no line. He noticed me and said hello, and I told him how he’d missed out last night, and that I ended up dealing with the crazy drunk girl that was harassing him. That made him laugh of course, he was like “yeah better you than me dude!” heh. I just told him it was great to meet him, etc, he said the same, and told me to keep dressing the way I do. Beat that you preppie fuckers, Lew likes my style 😉

So then it was off to see little Angela Bettis and get her to sign my copy of May. She smiled at me when I got there and asked “so did the bald eagle steal your bacon??” haha…nice that she remembered and even recognized me. We chatted for a bit, she asked about the partying that she missed out on, etc. She’s a really sweet girl and definitely seems like a cool chick to hang out with. Too bad she’s famous right? So she hugged me again and said goodbye, maybe she’ll make it to another convention next year.

Then I went over to Breck to get his autograph, and he sorta did the same thing as his friend, he was like “heyyy you ever find that party?? Haha!” We chatted for a minute, told him he missed out after we found the other party, blah blah. Got a pic with him and went on my way. Hell after that I think we hit a couple more vendors and were out the door…and that’s pretty much the end of the journey. Oh, I did get Camden’s autograph too, my sister loves Buffy. Definitely a great group of people that I got to meet and actually hang out with, and I can’t wait to have some repeat performances at the next convention. I just need to remember my sweetass pants and a great tux jacket.

i got hugs, handshakes, and great pics, and this year’s convention was 100 times better than last year. if you didn’t go…you suck. now you know better!

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Blake Cover
Thanks. Now I feel as if I suck. Way to make me feel bad. First you rub in the whole “I partied with horror icons, and you didn’t,” and then you tell me I suck for not being there. It’s enough to make a grown man cry… GOTH TEARS.
Reply4 years ago

(and here it is…the writing i’d mentioned days ago, it was delivered, and without negative results, and upon mutual agreement…here it is for all to see, for everyone to know just how much she means to me)

What can I say? She is captivating. She is the one that I’ve sought for so long, always outside my grasp for whatever reasons, but now…I want to risk it. I deserve it. I have observed her from a distance, being patient, waiting for the right time, and maybe it’s now. What do I stand to gain? Everything. And what do I stand to lose? Everything. My actions can so easily break what has been built so far, but to be honest, I don’t think they will. I think the situation so far can maintain it’s strength after an expression like this, and I pray it does, because I don’t want to lose it all.

She makes me smile. Always. Never have I had a bad time with her, we always have a blast. Even something as simple as eating a quick lunch at the mall, spending 5 quality minutes talking at the bar, or passing texts back and forth at 2am…I have always enjoyed our time spent. And what does that mean? We are great friends…great even beyond people I’ve known for so much longer. We quickly grew together, starting as total strangers, and now she is my best friend and means the world to me.

And who has been there for me for the past year and a half? The girl keeping me sane? The girl keeping me out of trouble? She has always taken care of me, through me being ridiculously stupid about a girl, to me being ridiculously alone and depressed without a girl. Always. She has never strayed as my friend, has always stood by my side, and has always listened to me and cared for me. What more can I ask for? She is the one I turn to, the one that saves me, the one that fills me full of self-worth and confidence when all others fail.

I trust her. I trust her completely. She’s never done me wrong, and never showed malicious intent to hurt me, and that alone speaks volumes. She has never turned her back on me, never shown me reason to question her actions, and never been two-faced about me. That’s a tough quality to find in a person, period, and I’m lucky to have found it in her. I’ve never felt hesitation with her as I have with the others. She always keeps track of me in public…grabbing my hand if need be, and always introduces me to EVERYONE. Always. Never have I felt left out or unwanted in her presence, and in the most beautiful text one night, she even said “my friends are your friends!” No other girl has ever done that for me, or said that for me. You’re never embarrassed of me, you’re never insecure about me, and you always act so happy to have me near, even in your busiest most socially explosive times as you parade around the bar talking to everyone you know. You always manage to look over at me and make sure I’m ok.

She is the one that invades my mind and thoughts, the one that makes me dream, the one that makes me fantasize. Many a dream have I had of her, from simple menial things to incredible sensual things. My thoughts of her have saved me from bad situations as well…my adoration for her saved me from an old relationship…and even now, seeing that glimmer in her eyes and the tenderness of her touch…the heat of her breath against my neck and ear that one intense night…made me realize I was making a mistake. Not a mistake with her, but a mistake in trying to fix something that is forever broken. She gave me the confidence to stand up for myself and to realize I wasn’t where I wanted to be. Maybe I’ve tried to delude myself…but now I know where I want to be, and it’s in her arms. She is the one held above all others…the one heart i’ve held above all others, always. The one true place i’ve waited to be for so long.

I’ve dreamt of our lips touching, and I thought it would simply remain a dream. But alas, ever so gently, they’ve touched. Deeply and sensually? No…innocently and gracefully…so slight yet so…direct. However small, it will always be special to me. In that briefest instant…I was free again. I’d mired myself in such darkness I didn’t think I’d find my way out, and it took the brightness of the stars to lead me out. For that…I can never express my gratitude. Were it not for her…I’d still be so lost, so trapped, and so transfixed in self-destruction…I don’t even want to think about where I’d be right now.

Smile for me..let me stare into your dark eyes…let me gently brush the stray hair away from your cheek…throw your arms around my neck and lean into my soul again as you did that night, let me hear your laughter in my ear and your lips upon my neck…tell me how we’re doing nothing wrong, tell me that this is what we’ve been waiting for…this one intense, pure, immaculate moment…where we finally connect in the way we’ve waited for over so many months.

You know how I feel about you, and now I’m vulnerable. Again, I trust you enough to not destroy me, and I hope this wasn’t a mistake. If I spent more time holding this inside, if I spent more months thinking I’ll find someone else, if I wallow through more relationships believing that she may make me feel the way I do around you…well, I’d simply be living the biggest lie. I’ve seen what I want, I’ve seen who I want, and though I’ve strayed…I’ve never lost sight. I’m taking the risk that I’ve always feared taking.

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Lizz Mozingo
You know what? I remember you showed me this girl online a little more than a year ago… Wow, congrats that you finally have the pleasure of spending your days with her… Happy for you!
Reply(1)4 years ago

Daniel Self
she’s my best friend 🙂
4 years ago

Blake Cover
I know you really wrote this about me. I’m flattered.
Reply(2)4 years ago

Blake Cover
I’m Batman. No. I won’t tell you where I get those wonderful toys.
4 years ago

Daniel Self
how are you so clever??
4 years ago

Ok, so, Saturday morning, we woke up way early, had breakfast and then got ready to go get in line for Romero. We were VIP, so we would get in an hour early, but the line beat us down there. We waited about 1.5 hrs to get Romero’s autograph, but it was well worth it. Only problem were the douchebag fanboys that were behind us, I swear…they remind me of every dude that hangs out in vintage stock and pretends to know the world about movies. Ugh. Not often do I want to slap people or confront them, but I was inches away from it. Anyway, enough about them. So we got the autograph, my cousin got a few more, then we hit up Lew Temple (devil’s rejects). I had seen him the night before in the lobby, he’d just flown in. He was in an awesome tux jacket, he’s a total pimp dresser like me. I told him that I’d seen him and that his jacket was awesome, he was like “dude, I remember seeing you! That was a sweet jacket too.” So I got props from Lew. I got Jeff Combs’ autograph that day, and he commented on my “what would cthulhu do” tshirt, so that was cool. I’ll be posting pics of my autographs soon as well. Nothing too exciting during the daytime, just pushing through crowds and looking at the vendors. My cuz bought a sweetass Leatherface mask replica that Savini handmade, it looks JUST LIKE the movie one. Well, seeing as how it’s made from the movie mold, it’s a true replica. It will make for a killer costume. He got a few auto’s from the new Halloween girls as well, and OMG I think the hottest girl there…she was in Cabin Fever…and she was the naked foreign exchange student from “Not Another Teen Movie.” She is…amazing. Very buxom, about 5’6 and just lovely. I digress.

So, day goes on, we go eat lunch at the mall, I drink vodka…all day…so fast forward to the night.

We go downstairs about 9ish or so, they were previewing a local movie but the room was way crowded, so we just hit the bar. My cuz and his wife weren’t really feeling it I guess, so they wanted to go to the room. We went up, I refilled, and went back down to the bar. In pants like mine…you automatically make friends, so I was well ready to mingle.

I stood near the bar and found some interesting people, just sorta hovered, and then Lew Temple came in again and talked to the people in front of me, so I eased my way in and said hi to him, and again he was like “damn dude! Those pants are fuckin awesome!!” so we chatted about style for a minute, and I deferred to him as being more pimp than me, of course I’d never say “dude I dress better than you.” So…yeah. One of the girls was flattering him about his performance and he was very humble, so that was refreshing. She was saying she acts, but she’s nowhere near his level, and he was like “no man, we’re all the same, I’m no different than you.” So that…was very respectful. Well, apparently a drunk crazy girl was annoying him, and she walked up, so he took off to avoid her. well…guess who gets stuck? Ya, me. She grabbed my arm and asked me to walk her to her car to get cigs, so I go. She’s a little gropey, but I’m drunk, so whatever. She was really cute anyway…short skirt and fishnet hose…rawr. So, as we’re walking, she’s drinking an appletini…and I made a “Scrubs” joke so she was crackin up. Also she gets a call from her ex…that used to beat her…and he’s on his way. Lovely. So I speed her up to her car, and get her back inside. Some of the bigger guys I’d met that night were nearby, so I tell them about it and they gladly agreed to watch my back and hers, and that they wouldn’t let anything happen to her, so that was comforting. Now what…

Oh, so on the way in the parking lot with the drunk girl, we met a few people here and there, one of them with a Mohawk, and he was from OKC. He said he was sitting in the bar, and me being from Tulsa…I told him I’d come hang with the Oklahoma boys. So…we go in, I find their table…and who’s sitting with them? Angela Bettis…from May. Yeah. Just chillin at the table. She was talking to one of the guys at the table so I didn’t interrupt, I just introduced myself to the rest of the people from OKC, turns out we knew a lot of mutual people from the goth scene, so that was cool.

Well, I wander over and talk to two girls I’d just met (when I met Lew Temple), one I nicknamed pigtails, and the other I won’t say her name to protect her identity…since I don’t know her ? they were both adorable as well. So we chit chat a minute, no big deal, then I see Jonathan Breck at the bar and no one was bothering him, so I went up and said hello. I told him I appreciate what he does, that’s what I’ve been saying to all of them actually. I tried not to spout any stupid fanboy crap to them that they’ve heard over and over, I just said my piece and would walk away. I told him he played a great role, and he asked what I liked about it, so I told him my fav scenes. If you don’t know…the first Jeepers Creepers…the best scene was him dumping bodies at the house as the car drives by…he stops and sees them…and starts walking toward the road…just creepy as shit. And for part 2…in the beginning…he’s on the scarecrow post, the kid is looking away, and the kid turns to look at him and he jerks his head back straight. Just fucking…creepy again. So I tell him about those and he’s like YES! And told me that first scene from the movie he had sorta improv’d, that it wasn’t totally written that way. It was what he thought the reaction would be to be that monster and someone to see him dumping those bodies. Either way, I told him he nailed it, so he appreciated that. I told him I’d seen Camden earlier but he was pissed, and that I’d seen him hanging with Camden the night before but hadn’t realized who he was (and apologized). So…it was cool, actually chatted with him a bit, clinked glasses and cheered. So I let him be, went back to find Angela Bettis, of course she was tied up with more fans, and one of the OKC girls was like “dude cmere!” and pulled me to her and got her attention and introduced me, hah…so I tell her the same thing, that I appreciate what she does, she’s great, etc. she’s all smiles, she’s so tiny and so cute. Anyway, so they call last call at the bar…a couple had already brought Angela a drink and we clinked and cheered, and being last call I asked if she needed another, and then yes…walked away from her to go get a last drink, telling her I’ll be right back 😉

I know…I’m hardcore. Did I see any of the other fat nerdy fans do that? Hell no!

So, I get my drink and go back, and Camden had shown up, so I waved to him and went to talk to Angela again. I talked to her about my fav scene in May, and I can’t explain it or it will ruin the movie. Anyway, it was creepy as hell, and she started laughing saying it cracked her up shooting that scene…hah…which made me like her even more ? so I go along with it…ribbing her about it saying “wtf, this is great, ANGELA BETTIS is lauging at me!!” so she cracked up more…very cool chick. And somehow, I was fairly drunk and I don’t remember the segway, but she was talking about going to sleep so she could wake up and deal with the crowds tomorrow and how she was gonna look so terrible (she kinda pulled down her eyes and cheeks with her hands saying she’ll look that way) and I told her I’d be the guy that looks like this (and did the same thing) that comes to see her tomorrow. Oh, the segway…somehow I slipped in some Dane Cook jokes, the ones dealing with sleep punching people in the face and “the bald eagle stole my bacon” and she was laughing so hard, telling me I’m hilarious…so I’m like no sweetie…I can’t take credit…have you not heard Dane Cook? And get this…no…she’s all “who?” poor angela didn’t know who dane was. So she pulled out her purse and wrote down the name to look him up. She told me I pulled it off well and should have said it was my joke ? I think she was flirting….anyway. She made her rounds and said bye to everyone, and came over to me and hugged me! Aww. Yeah bitches…I hugged Angela Bettis. Moreso, she hugged ME. You betta recognize.

So I leave her be…and Camden and Breck had made their way over, so I’m talking to them and the bar is near closing, and Breck is acting so funny. He was pretty drunk and like, bullcharging his friends. I told him he needed to make the finger horns on his head, so he went with that method. I took some pics of him and his friends with their camera (sadly no, I didn’t have my cam with me to capture all this). And I’d mentioned this other guy said they were having a big party in room 925, and I suggest we all head up and check it out…so off we go. Along the way, they suggest we go wake up Jeff Combs and take him with us, or just knock on his room and run…so…haha…i can’t tell you how funny that moment was. We didn’t though. They just said their impression of him and what he would say about being tired and having kids or something. Good stuff.

So…we go to the party room…lo and behold no one answers. I told them “oh great, I’m the asshole that doesn’t know where the party is!!” so they laughed at me. Nice. We got back in the elevator to go look for the guy, but they ended up heading out (breck and his pals) but Camden stuck with. I couldn’t find the party guy, but in the meantime on the elevator, the drunk girl with the abusive boyfriend came and latched on and said “find me in room 230 soon” so…I’m thinking, ok, drunk. Anyway, me and Camden stopped and talked to some people, then we went to room 230 after finding a crowd of others going there, and yes…sausage party! Woohoo. But it was Pigtails’ and the other girl’s room! Nice. So I got to flirt with pigtails some more, she was pretty friendly….but we won’t go into that.

We hung for a bit, Camden I think was a bit nervous, so he didn’t stay too long. Me and the girls walked him to the elevator and bid him adieu, and then went back to drinking.

As you’d know it…more drama occurred…boys wanting to flirt with girls, jealousy, etc…so the night went on a downhill swerve after that. I dealt with a bit of it, walked some girls out, talked, consoled, whatever. It’s my role..you know it.

End of the night about 5am I had my bottle of vodka and a cup in the lobby, no wait, I’d drank it all by then…or they did, I don’t remember. Anyway, I met one of the vendor girls, very cute blonde in a tight little outfit and she was hula hooping. How cute is that? Talked to a couple guys hanging out with her, I think from new mexico? Alberquerque? I don’t remember. Anyway, it turned blurry around then, since it was 5am and I’d drank all day…so I called it a night…headed up to the room and passed the fuck out….

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Blake Cover
I don’t know what they’re complaining about. I read it, and then I cried because I’m not you.

In my dreams, I’m you. It’s fabulous. I have better fashion sense. I’m no longer a hermit hiding from the government in a shack full of guns. I met famous horror icons, and I eat babies. It’s pretty awesome.
Reply(1)4 years ago

Daniel Self
haha…that’s true flattery right there. i live a rough life indeed my friend, dreaming of me is the only way to get close to it!
4 years ago

Duran Durangela
Yeah dude, I’m not reading all of that. 🙂
I just woke up and I think my brain would explode.
Reply4 years ago

The Dalai Mama
Gawd! This is way to much reading for me. 🙁 I refuse to read this. I’ll wait for you to tell me in person.
Reply4 years ago

So the VIP party…it was great. I think we could have almost called it a weekend just with the interaction we had at the party. We rubbed elbows with most everyone that was at the show for the weekend, got lots of pics and met lots of cool people. Of course, I’m a psycho magnet, so I attracted some weird folks anyway, one of them handing me a card about being an unlicensed therapist/professional friend. Wtf? We met a couple from Texas that was really cool and laid back, and his wife had the cutest little southern draw. I bought a drink near these two girls that were all alone and quiet, so we started talking, and they were from Montana and just really shy and not ready to go mingle, so we chatted for a bit, but I never saw them again all weekend. I talked to Camden Toy for a bit, he was talking to Barbara from Hostel, and we talked about rednecks…and poor Barbara had no idea what a redneck was. Oh, and yes, she’s Czech, and had the SEXIEST voice. So that was cute…explaining to her what a redneck was and that she should avoid them. Apparently Jonathan Breck (Creeper) was hanging out with Camden most of the night, but I had no idea who he was. Once Romero showed up everyone went apeshit, as was expected. Sid Haig and Bill Mosely showed up a bit later, and Doug Bradley was roaming around near them, so I went over by them and milled around until I had a shot to sneak in. I walked up to Doug and he made a comment about my tux jacket being awesome, so I asked for a pic and he said like “with a coat like that? How can I say no!” so that was cool…Pinhead complimented me. I got up by Haig and just said hello, basically, and grabbed a pic with him as well. Lloyd Kaufman (Troma fame) was roaming around as well, and I didn’t get a chance to talk to him, but just sorta tapped him and told him I appreciate what he does, and he complimented my coat as well…haha. Now I love my coat for sure.

That was about all the interaction I had with people that night, but I did see Lew Temple as I was near the elevator. He was as pimp as I am, had this really cool polyester brown striped jacket on, and I wanted to comment to him but he was on the phone and so was I. I mentioned it to him when we talked to him the next day, and he was like “oh yeah! I saw you, that was a badass jacket!” and I told him I was gonna say the same thing to him. So that’s cool…he liked my style 😉

So…11pm or so, we crashed out so we could wake up for breakfast and to go stand in line for Romero on Saturday…

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thomas dunlap
i hung out with your mom this weekend too, only we didnt talk about you….in fact , there wasnt much talking at all, ;-).

MUTHA FACKOOO
Reply4 years ago

The Dalai Mama
I went to a sweet party over the weekend also…and hung out with your mom. 🙂 We mostly gossiped about you.
Reply4 years ago

Duran Durangela
Camden Toy?!?!?! The Gentlemen is one of my fave episodes. (Its more like a horror movie <3) Reply4 years ago

it was an awesome weekend, friday to sunday. jampacked full of fun horror goodness. i haven’t had a chance to write it all out, so here’s some choice snippets from what happened that i’ll be elaborating on later.
the VIP party friday night…spent most of the night saying “omg that’s fucking ‘so n so’ that just walked in!” so that was fun. stood a foot away from Barbara, hot girl from Hostel, met Pinhead, met Camden Toy from Buffy, and many others. met two girls from Montana that were sitting all alone and quiet, so i chatted with them for a while, we were gonna hang out but i never found them again all weekend. oh, and i was in the lobby on the phone with SHE when Lew Temple walked in, he was as 70s pimp as i was! he’s a great dresser. let’s see…had lots to drink…
saturday came early, woke up and had $15 breakfast…didn’t see anyone in line, came back an hour later (early admission VIP) and it was fucking PACKED. waited i think an hour 40 to see Romero, had the MOST ANNOYING FUCKING douchebags behind us…thought they were experts in everything. first time in my life i was 2 seconds away from telling strangers to shut their fucking mouths. so, met romero, roamed around a bit more, got some pics and autographs…left and went to Grapevine Mills for lunch, came back, mingled some more and looked around…had some drinks (i drank vodka literally all day saturday and friday night) and ordered pizza. so, then we rested a bit, and decided to go check out the hotel bar again and see who was roaming around.
my companions got bored and tired…so i roamed alone. hung out at the bar in my snazzy diamondback pants and didn’t take long to meet people. met some cute girls, met some cool guys…started networking…met Jonathan Breck who played the Jeepers Creepers monster and partied with him a bit (more later) and found a table of some cool folks from OKC who had Angela Bettis (May) at their table, so i got to chat with her, and end up getting her to crack up laughing at some Dane Cook jokes (who she’d never heard of??!!!) anyway…tried to party with Breck and Toy and some of their friends, but we went to the “party” room and no one answered. so then they mentioned going to Jeff Combs’ room and knocking and running, but we didn’t. hah. so…a drunk girl i’d met came and told us room 230…so we go there for the sausage fest (breck and et al left except for Toy) and got to see major chick drama as usual.
umm…ended up staying out til 5am and met some very cool people though.
then woke up at 9am hungover as shit on sunday…saw all the stars i’d met the night before…so it was nice having personal interaction and them remembering hanging out and such…
and…then i left.
go look at my pictures.
i’ll be writing more detailed stories soon!

oh, and not to leave out…i dreamt of Lashes every night i was there, so that was entertaining and a bit unexpected…those stories aren’t for everyone to hear 🙂

her lips are so fucking soft…they’re pure heaven. that is all. a feeling i only remember in dreams…now i know it’s real.

i haven’t talked to her since sunday…i’m hoping to catch her tonight before i leave for Dallas tomorrow. i have so many things to say…i even have it written and ready to share…but i can’t make it public until she sees it first. you know how bad it sucks to have so much to say to someone and no chance to even say it??
wish me luck…luck that i have a chance encounter with her tonight. and wish me luck that all the heart i’ve put into everything i’ve done for so many months is going to be rewarded. i know it will be acknowledged positively at least…i just hope that it all comes to fruition and leads us both in a path of happiness instead of awkwardness.
i’ve been stupid to think that i could ever be happy with another, and all other things have simply been a waste of time.

something just still isn’t right. something’s not sitting well with me and i can’t place what it is.
i feel like something is left incomplete, or something is left unfinished. sorta like that “did i leave the gas on?” feeling…and then you realize “no, i’m a fucking squirrel!”
except i’m not a squirrel…and it’s not the gas that’s on.
maybe it’s not my nature to stay quiet. then again, maybe after my written letter does what it needs to do…maybe i’ll be able to breathe again.
burn my hands, as you always do, as i continue reaching for you.

i can’t seem to start what i want to say. sadly…the world shall never see it, as i’m going to try something unique for me…and write with pen and paper. what i write is going to have one recipient, and i’m not sure that it will ever be shown again publicly.
or then again…perhaps it will, depending on the reaction and the desire from the person for it to be seen.
i have my inspiration…but i can’t find the perfect way to start…i can’t find the perfect word for the beginning. perhaps soon. i’m sure it will come to me when i least expect it.
as for me?
i’m happy. i’m not just content. i’ve lost a lot of time that i won’t get back, but i’m sure it was for the best and it’s always a lesson learned, though a lesson i knew already. for now…it’s at least reinforced and i won’t make the same mistake again.

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Duran Durangela
In the beginning there was semen.

Um, I don’t know why I felt the need to quote The Faint. But you shuold stop being so emo.

jk <3 Reply4 years ago Blake Cover I hope you won't make the same mistake again. I keep falling into the same mistake again and again. You'd have thought that I learned my lesson. Reply(1)4 years ago Daniel Self that's because we tragically want to believe that people are going to be different this time around, when in fact...they're always the same. i'm done giving girls the benefit of the doubt when i know that...i'm right. 4 years ago