Memoirs of Pi

One person complains I care too much.

Many more complain I care to little.

And so it seems that once more, a blog of mine, the journal containing nothing but simple little scraps, has been forgotten. Now it appears like a silhouette, hidden.

And to whom, these avid non-existent readers, shall I procure my deepest thanks to, that which has been left, alone. No, t’was my deepest pleasure, seeing that which I have cast aside, slowly fall.

Surely it is a feeling that must be shared, one that can transcend what it is bound by, and become unveiled in the light, so that we may bask in it. But rather, a veil is kept, like a sleuth in the night, it tempts what it has seen, but when it forgoes, it strikes it deep where the heart lies. For this is the secret, for this is the truth. Before this has taken place, the object, the subject, the victim carries forth, unwary on the unsightly end for him, for it, for that. Nevertheless, in its pursuit for it’s goal, in it’s fight for what it desires, it loses sight of what surrounds it.

But insight of all this, prior the the hindsight, but after all foreshadowing, it falls. It falls for her, she slithers for him.

What will result from this madness, what will come from this horror.

He wishes for her heart, he strives for her hand. But she is wary, she is unsure, she is her.
He will not give up, not when light is shining, and she will not give in, not while darkness reigns.

For this, this is the aim. That is the love.

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I don’t know what I should be doing. I’m sitting here, sitting there, thinking about what I should do.
She is there and I am here, and we, we are not anywhere. I want for her to be with me, or rather, I want her to want to be with me. As I for her. I know she will face trouble, as she enters her final year of high school, I know for I have experienced it, and I understand her thoughts, her means. However, I have attempted to portray myself, not as one who must conquer every second of her life, no. Rather, one who requires little time, but is willing to spend all the time needed for her success, for her happiness.

I don’t want to be pushed away. I’m not the kind of guy that when pushed, I return. No, I don’t return. How can I, you who have pushed me away, after I’ve shown how I intend to handle myself. No, I can’t return. For what this can only bear, is a foreboding feeling of a disappointing future. If I return, if I could return, what could stop you from pushing me away in the future, and it would become cyclic behavior, me chasing after you like a trained dog. No, I’d rather be chasing after you like a caring partner, boyfriend, call it what you will.

You call me your superman, and I call you my Lois Lane. I say I’ll protect you, from the ghouls, ghosts, and things that move at night. And I meant every word of it, and I will live up to it. Only if you let me.

I’ll be there for you, if you let me.

Hello all,

As I am sure you have noticed, it has been quite some time since I last blogged!
Well, I do apologize, but I suddenly became very busy, so I was unable to blog.

Now, to catch everyone up.

I got a new job! Not that I disliked my old one, but there were no hours avaliable, so I was in need for a change. I now currently work at WIND mobile, as a Wind Specialist. So basically, I’m a sales rep. It’s a good job, and I thoroughly enjoy it, for the time being. The people are good, and it has a good enviroment to it.

Now that I sit down and think about it, I don’t know what to write about. Yeah I’ve been busy, but it’s manly been with school or work, nothing worth writing about.

Well, that’s too bad, that I have nothing else!

Hopefully I’ll post something interesting soon!