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:: Tuesday, May 03, 2005 ::

What Becomes Of The Broken-Hearted?

I do hope at some point I could actually post something here that was happy. I find that I really only write when I'm upset and need to vent. Very rarely do I contemplate things that are going smoothly. I don't understand why I feel like things just happen to me. It makes me feel like a powerless victim. I detest that.

My source of pain right now stems from, of course, a girl.

I had been emailing this girl for a while and we had REALLY hit it off by both of our own admissions. I have never connected with someone like that, been so open and up front, no bullshit. It was great.

She told me today that as much as she liked me, she had met someone else and she really wanted to pursue that relationship instead.

If it hadn't been what it had been I really wouldn't have cared. I could've been very whatever about the whole situation. However, that's not the case and I'm instead really upset. Lexington is a small, dismal place for lesbian dating. I was shocked that there was someone else out there, in my own back yard, that felt the way I did. I wanted to make an effort, to see it through, but wasn't given the chance. Cut off at the knees. Again.

I really don't know why I bother anymore. This just hurts too much.
:: Estoy_Libre 3:32 PM [+] ::
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