GavinBelfast

There are people in the US whom I’ve never met that know me better than people I see every day.

This upsets me. It probably shouldn’t.

Awesome peeps from the Myspace days, they matter to me, not in some creepy obsessive way, they just matter. They know me and I know them, I care to know them and their lives, and in turn, they care about me, my life, what I’m at.

Maybe it’s normal, maybe the only thing special about me is that I feel the need to write about it.

I get annoyed and disappointed when people that I care about don’t reciprocate.

The extreme example would be a dog, you care for it, maybe even love it, then one day it turns nasty and bites you viciously. You’d be near heartbroken, it’s almost a feeling of betrayal.

I suspect I’m just over-thinking it. I need to air it, both here and out loud (thanks Geoff).Shit just festers in me (nice visual for ya). Don’t know what’s wrong with me these days.