Well now how am I supposed to take it seriously after this?
Originally Posted by
chavis
That's not to say, of course, that the content is sound. It isn't.
Just that it's bad enough having to wade through the broken syntax without any feasible pay-off.
I enjoyed typing it, and I enjoy reading it. I'm not seeing the downside here...
You're slipping again, the conversation just got a little duller. I feel like we've grown apart, like we're not the same people anymore. You remember that time, after we went to visit your parents and that argument broke out about you wanting to drop out during the last week of medical transcription services at Keiser College. You were so distraught that everyone was so condescending about your decision to be a large animals' veterinary assistant (your dad kept bringing up the beastiality collection they had found right before they took away your computer and swearing that you're probably just in it for the masturbation). It felt so special to be there, comforting you in one of your lowest moments, when no one else could. Someone you could openly admit that you think your parents and siblings are backwards mountain folk that sometimes shames you. And then, well, do you remember what you promised me then? You were almost gagging over the lump in your throat as you embraced me and said, "Spastic. Queer! Cunt", and you've kept that promise to this very day.
I just want you to know that I remember it, and it still means so much to me. Sometimes I'm overwhelmed by it, and that's why I just have to be by myself sometimes. Will you promise to always wait for me, if I promise to come back every time?
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