The confrontation was very civil. I mean, I came up the better half, and that's always good. I wanted to say a lot of mean things, and I didn't. I held back.That was strange because you know when you want to confront someone and you have all these things you want to say to them? I'm sure if I'd confronted in person it would have been angry, and I wouldn't had even remembered half of the mean things I wanted to say.
Although online confrontations are retarded, this one worked out well. It needed to be said then. I felt like shit everyday because I had to pretend nothing was wrong. And it was the only thing on my mind everyday. And now that it has been said, I feel a lot better.
I still have some trust issues with the lady, but hopefully keeping on a straight and understanding head will get me through being petty.
Lastnight when I saw her at the concert I was angered by her precense, but then [with a little extra help from Russia and Germany...and a little bit of Ireland] I was able to talk to her and have some fun.
Good concert. Came out sweat-eh.
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wait, John is from russia germany AND ireland now!? how funny! im joking.. he couldn't help a young virgin lying in the street whos last dying wish is to be fucked by an awkward alcoholic with who thinks hes Jim Morrison.
p.s. fuck her still.
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