This is the post I wrote this morning.
Well that's that then. My thoughts are crowding for attention. Telling me what to write.Guiding my mind. But when you have thirty ways to say it and every one wants to be how it's said. This is the start of a killer headache.
Logical story time. Start at the beginning so through the middle, finish at the end. Rachel (Chrome does not recognise Rachel as a word, at least my version anyway. Time to update.) Rachel messaged me saying that yes she wanted to move on. It's times like these that I hate how easy it is for people to communicate these days. I prefer to do things face to face. The whole facial expressions and such. But anywayshe said that "you can be mad at me for the next bit. I would be mad" and when I read that I thought that I can be mad. It's completely justified. But I'm not. I'm not mad. Like Micheal said once, "Don't be sad it's gone, be happy it happened. And I am happy it happened. I wouldn't trade it for anything. I could never be mad at you Rachel. I'm sorry it happened this way and maybe if it had happened later then maybe things would have been different.
But like I said in that song. "I'm done obsessing over it all". It happened. But I still love you Rachel. Not like "I LUV YOU LETS HAV BABIES" But like an incredible admiration... You know what forget it. It's not something I can describe right now. I still love your spontaneity and the courage you've shown. I still think your beautiful. And I hope like hell you find what your looking for. Because everyone's looking for something. Not everyone knows what they're looking for though.
The headache is a bitch. But I'm still writing because that's the best time to write. When the ideas are still fresh.
Nope it's gone. There was more I wanted to say. Maybe later after a revisit of the stupid things I said.
I hope we stay friends.
That's all folks. But I still have things to say. The computer has returned from the digital doctors. And the new power supply didn't set me back as much as I thought.
I have "Symphony Soldier" by The Cab. It's good music. But I don't want to listen to hard. I don't want to understand the lyrics just yet.
I hate change. Moving is a change. Now I just remembered that I moved my bed to the new house. So I get to sleep on the couch. Whooo.
I was randomly thinking and thought up a item for a magical item concept Micheal had. It's called a thousand sword. And every strike with the sword by the same person increases it's power. Not exactly sure what the power is. Maybe it's a magical strike that makes a wave in the air and cuts through things. It's pretty OP (Over Powered). Maybe it's the speed of the user.
I want to tell somebody. But Micheal already knows and there's no one else I trust with this. It's kind of awkward.
In the name of the emperor, Finish this!
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