A Gothic Apology

Since I moved away, I have had time to think about life and I just wanted to come clean. Back when I was younger, I guess you could say I did not always do the right thing. All of you, I am very sorry. Obviously it impacted you more than I ever thought.

Sorry, I had this great idea about controversy and becoming famous. It was out-of-line. Too many people hurt. I know it was hard for you just sitting there watching me come and go not saying anything. Now the time has come. It must have been difficult, realizing that we will never make out. Extending my hand to you, we can. It is all in the past now. (No sex.)

Toiling, wondering what was going on. My smear champaign against myself, missing pieces of the puzzle, mostly the awkward silence wanting to talk were hard to take. “Hi, I thought you had a boyfriend. Who are these three guys?” you may want to know. “Where is my coat?” the question probably haunts you still. It is not any of your business. That is a special private apology.

To Monique I would like to say you are still a Ho, ho, ho. . . Merry Christmas. To Mark I would like to say that the not sleeping with friends of friends is only for a year. Not really into Lesbians, but kissing and hugging is okay.

Now I think that helps clarify everything. (Stupid people think I am the honest one. How did that happen? I say all kinds of bullsh*t. So what, who cares.)

I love all of you. It is so obvious you love me too. Other wise I would be dead. *hugs**hugs*

Happy Holidays

Lots of love to all of you, especially my special friend. *kiss*