I got this in my email from Dark (Mad-Prophet)…..
how do we go out and face the world is the same question as how do we pick our friends?. . . dearly, like gems. carefully, like flowers. the moments we remember best stay with us like a daisy-chain; like a necklace made of flowers, worn with familiarity and love, and close to the heart. we arrange them until they become something beautiful and walk out into the world holding hands.
I am sorry I hurt you!
I really don't know when I hurt you but I know I did. Thank
you so much for your friendship. I will do anything to keep it.
Dark (Mad Prophet)
How do you stay mad at someone this sweet? Problem is I was never so much mad as I was hurt. This is a friendship that I have had for what feels like forever and I am going to put this behind me…because there is no gain in my holding a grudge. I don’t understand why he betrayed me or even that he understands that by passing out my diary link to people I didn’t necessarily want to have here and then denying knowing how the person found my diary….well….
This is the Internet and I’m gong to chalk this crap up to being Internet crap. It comes with the territory. I just feel that he lied because I questioned him and he played stupid like he didn’t know a thing about it all. That bothers me. Why be mysterious about it? I would have blown it off.
*sigh* I’m just going to let it go. You’re forgiven. I just have to sit and wonder from now on. I thought I could trust you. Fuck…this all makes me feel like a hypocrite somehow. I lied to “him” and now I’m being lied to and neither side of the dishonesty fence feels very good.
Besides…Jess…I don’t care what you think of me and/or my diary and/or my friendship with Mad. Write what you feel the need to. Mad and I met on a poetry forum and we exchanged poetry and we said good morning to each other. I believe it wasn’t ok in the eyes of anyone else for he and I to share a common bond of poetry and they freaked out and started posting using our names..etc. People don’t like to see other people having a good time and being nice to each other. Someone always wants to stir up shit. So be it.
Dark…you are still my friend. I just don’t know how many times I’ll be left to wonder if what you’re saying to me is the truth. Jess….you suck for what you did. You intentionally tryed to cause problems. Grow up and go read someone else's diary!
poetical at 5:29 p.m.
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