It means something to me to be grateful for what I receive.

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You challenged me to think in ways that I was not used to and gave oxygen to those embers in me that had turned gray and didn't seem hot anymore. Not surprisingly, as nothing ever works out how I imagine it could, you say fuckit for some reason and walk away, occasionally coming back to say hi and act like it's all good. Recently I wrote you off, basically because of the confusion, disappointment and endless patience you made me endure for nothing. I have since come to terms with the fact that this is nothing new for you and now I at least know it’s not just me.

Writing off someone you don’t hate is hard... I did it and now you come back. Your web of deception is worse than a woman’s but something draws me to it… for I am owned. I have always liked assholes, so I guess this is how it is supposed to be. Mind ownage is what I call it, and you got me again. Just as I was starting to rebuild, you come back like a summer storm and take me over like only you know how…

Lately it seems I’ve been constantly repairing this brick wall around my soul. The wall seems to have quite a security issue that I need to deal with since I have recently discovered that it is constructed of Legos not masonry... but hey… at least they’re not Mega Bloks.