i dont remember when i originally wrote this.

an old blog i found on my computer that i never published......

not meant to hurt anyone.

thought if i wrote it

it needs to be on here

isn't that the point of this shit.....

i wish my fingers could type or i'd right a new blog other than putting one up that i never

published .....

i dont really remember why i didn't put it up.....

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when you've fully indused yourself

and you brain slows to make right of a situation

you realize what you've become....

selfish,

full of unwanted emotion,

heart-broken,

foolish,

your mind freezes to think of more

and you stop

and realize

the fact that i am all of these things

i am also

Blake Calhoun Cooler

who has lived 15 years of his life without these feelings for you

but at the same time

the fact that the three years I've known you

has even come close to the 15 prier years

you most have been important....

knowing that this is a very melancholy statement

you must give me a chance to explain

going from talking to someone everyday, shit any chance i had

and seeing someone frequently through the week,

to not seeing you at all

and only communicating through text message

is hard but i'll get by

but being scared of the day i lose touch forever

the fact that the more days i dont talk to you

brings me closer to that conclusion.....

and fuck if this is only day two and my mind races like this

think of day 3