i looked, but you weren't there. drawing the lines. again.

just when you think things can't get any worse, they do.
marineil decided to resign from the radio - thank God, she changed her mind.
i can't let the kids be left with some other teacher who was full of crap and stuff, bossing my kids around.

reading your blog, and realizing that you were shunning me yet again, i started to realize why you haven't been replying. i assumed you were busy with your work. i guess you were. but there was something more. and i was right. you were starting to hate me. yet again.
whatever happened between us that night was between two people who found themselves in the most awkward, yet homy position they've ever been to.
let me be honest: i didn't expect that to happen. really. i thought i could just dropby, say my piece, and leave early enough to not have spent another night in a nook that was so filled with fond memories it overwhelmed me. it overwhelmed me because i couldn't be in that nook anymore.
i guess i could have stopped right then and there. but i didn't want to be rude. i was surprised when you let me kiss you. i felt glad that for once, after everything, we were comfortable with the idea of kissing each other again.
i didn't mean to pry, storyweaver. i don't want want to point fingers either. i understand why you have to draw the lines again. but i hope we come out as friends after everything.
i don't remember anything i did that might have offended you, other than the handshake thing. it wasn't my call, i know. i rushed things. yet again.

i'm going out today. going to church i mean. it'd take some time before i GO out. but we'll see.

i'm here, man. count on it.
hey.