Just Fuck It

TN_Vixen

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y'know, I'm just tired.

Tired of fighting the tide that says ... "Work is most important, forget everything else"

I'm tired of denying myself love and affection and companionship based upon the fact that "I don't have time" or that "my son needs me more".

And I'm tired of hiding behind this monitor believing that something will materialize because of my inability to open myself up emotionally in r/l.

So fuck it.

It ain't happenin' here in TN, it ain't happenin' in r/l so WTF?

Laurel, Manu.. you have a wonderful site here.. keep it up!! I hope it goes far.

My imaginary life will live on in my head from now on.

Hey Ambro? There are stories here!!!
 
Birth is a beginning
And death a destination.
And life is a journey:
From childhood to maturity
And youth to age;
From innocence to awareness
And ignorance to knowing;
From foolishness to discretion
And then, perhaps, to wisdom;
From weakness to strength
Or strength to weakness -
And, often, back again;
From health to sickness
And back, we pray,
to health again;
From offense to forgiveness.
From loneliness to love.
From joy to gratitude.
From pain to compassion.
And grief to understanding -
From fear to faith;
From defeat to defeat to defeat -
Until, looking backward or ahead,
We see that victory lies
Not at a high place along the way,
But in having made the journey,
stage by stage,
A sacred pilgrimage.
Birth is a beginning
And death a destination.
And life is a journey,
A sacred pilgrimage
To life everlasting.



How many challenges we confront on this incredible journey which is our life. That you have a son is a great gift. That you have no intimate relationship is but a temporary difficulty. That you struggle with intimacy means you have an opportunity to grow and learn. You are not alone, in real life, you simply have yet to discern who wishes you well as they offer support, and who wishes to take advantage of you for their own benefit. From observing your posts I imagine you as both a beautiful and intelligent woman. My wish for you is that you choose life...

Choose life, only that and always,
and at whatever risk. To let life leak out,
to let it wear away by the mere passage of time,
to withhold giving it or spreading it,
is to choose nothing.
 
Damn, and I thought this was going to be an offer, cest la vie.

TN, I know what you mean and wish you all the best. For me, I just got hurt, but that was life just letting me know I was alive again and back in the world of the living and risk taking. For now I will go on in RL and drop in here occasionally.

*muah*, hope to catch you around.
 
TN

I'll be sorry to see you go, you kind of got me out of my shell on here, and introduced me to some people on here.

*Blows a kiss at you*

Take care, and drop me a line to let me know your alive, even if you arent who I hoped you were.

:)
 
TOMORROW

Your best friend is gone,
your other friend, too.
Now the dream that used to turn in your sleep,
sails into the year's coldest night.

What did you say?
Or was it something you did?
It makes no difference- the house of breath collapsing
around your voice, your voice burning, are nothing to worry about.

Tomorrow your friends will come back;
your moist mouth will bloom in the glass of storefronts.
Yes. Yes. Tomorrow they will come back and you
will invent an ending that comes out right.
 
Wish that I was on ol' Rocky Top,
down in the Tennessee hills;
Ain't no smoggy smoke on Rocky Top;
Ain't no telephone bills;
Once I had a girl on Rocky Top;
Half bear, other half cat;
Wild as a mink, but sweet as soda pop,
I still dream about that;
 
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