Seeing as I have made a deal with myself to never, ever go out in Richmond again, i have spent the majority of the long weekend at my home. The problem with being at home is that your mind starts to wonder to things that it should not, because their is not too much to distract you. One question I did find myself asking was, why do i feel embarrassed that I got betrayed and cheated on? I feel not only betrayed by the person I loved but by people i thought were my friends... By logic shouldnt it be the cheaters who feel ashamed?they've totally turned by life upside down in the most horrible way imaginable. Does this kind of feeling just happen to me or do others feel this as well? One day, i will sit down and write out my story, but for now i will leave it, its still to fresh. But I would like to say right now and I hope it gets back to her in some way (but it wont) that she may be your girl now, but, she still tells me every day how she loves me, and this may not be true, she could just be wanting me to fuck her, because at least i can make her come!ah ok, lets leave it at that for now...Seeing as the Hawkesbury is a no-go zone, I ventured into sydney for Thursday night drunkeness, we went to Arq, the problem with arq is the huge amount of gay men.that.is.all. I`ll also be heading there tomorrow night.ha. I have really channelled my hate for this town over the last week and will possibly be making an art work for the residence to admire 'cause "stay classy Richmond" If all goes well it will be in prime position for the saturday night drop kicks to view, and very much not understand...
I met a guy the other night, I told him i worked as an orange picker...which is funny because when i think of love i think of an orange or even a grape vinyard.
I am quite sure i have more to say right now, something more intellectual and constructive but it isnt going to happen at the moment.
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