charlatan

I feel the need to update my journal with something a little more substantial but I cannot think of anything.

Life is funny sometimes. I have this pencil in my things. I have had it for quite a few years. I have never lost it and really wouldn't care too much if I did. But it is still there. Found when I need it, even though I would just get something else if I couldn't. I had a house of my own, something I always wanted. I had a wife that I loved and adored, something I always wanted. I had my poochy, something I always wanted. I never cared about money, or a career, or an education. Those three things were what I had wanted in my life. I tried to keep those elements together and in balance. I tried harder than I had ever before. I never had anything mean as much to me as they.

I still have the pencil.

Isn't life strange...and brutally ironic?

Now you have come to be a part of my life. I was nervous about it because I am not the kind that lets people see me at my worst...which is coming, I assure you. You offered me a level of kindness never even given by my wife. You are my hero. You are my champion. You are exactly what I need in my life right now. I wonder if I am just a nuisance, though. If you are just being polite and accepting of me because it is easier. What do you truly think of me? I am almost afraid to ask. But i must know. It is in my nature to know.

I wanted to tell you all of these things in person today. I have the courage right now, but alas it is early and you are probably sleeping. Huh, irony.

Why can't we just look the other way
Why can't we just play the other game
Why can't we just look the other way