Bloody Lollipop update...
Austin wasn't as profitable as I hoped it would be. Thanks to one particular customer, I get to put some food in my fridge this week. Woohoo! #starvingartist
Then, I get home... All I can declare is that my medium desire to stay friends with my ex always dramatizes itself in my head. The back and forthing of believing I can remain cool in the presence of him and his girlfriend is extensively exhausting mentally. Aside from third parties advising me to cut him out of my life completely, it's never so easy to eradicate the image of his face from my dreams... from my twisted reality... Everything I see reminds me of him because I spent a lot of effort into making my world about him. He'll never read this, so I'm confident I can silently mull this over, slowly paining my soul in seclusion until I can convince myself of a decision.
Keep him around. Don't bother. Help him. Ignore him.
P.S. - Tom Hardy, you need to call me. ;)
The love of my life is a drummer who sets the beat of my heart to the rhythm of his soul.