three o’clock wasn’t the best time for an “oh shit” moment to happen but who am I to control my wild imagination? I didn’t expect a rush of emotions after watching “Cinderella Man,” although now that I think about it, the fairly tale story is what reminded me of us. As I danced around my reasoning, I realized I was just as afraid as when I started this seemingly round-a-bout process. As I look in retrospect at what I called a relationship and what I called a break, up until where I am now, it almost seems futile what I started; what I decided; and what I almost regret. But I can’t regret my decisions anymore that any man can only judge his actions by God and his gut. These few weeks have seen a slight drop in my happiness, body language, lung capacity and overall irritability. I tried to go outside what I knew with people that had ran across my mind in the past, but nothing seemed to materialize. And now that I think about it, I didn’t even know what I was looking for. Heh, she was right. So here I am with a computer emptier than it left, similar to what I’m feeling now. It’s sad that I’m comparing my emotional state bit it’s eerie how similar we are. We both went in to get fixed and came back emptier. So what was fixed? We seem to both function just fine but those things we had grown so accustomed to, those things that we had worked so hard to achieve are…gone. But there’s an update in the future of my machine. Will I ever see the same treatment? Only time will tell.

“They say it takes time to heal the wounds”

“I can’t wait”

“I can’t wait”

“come over.”

-Bloc Party. The Present