I'm laying on a filthy mat on the gymnasium floor of the University of Maryland and I can't sleep, so I thought I would do some writing. I'm just thinking out loud. I still have no idea what I'm going to do. I still don't know all of my options, so I haven't come to a decision.
On to other news. Tomorrow is Kenny's birthday. I'll give him a call early tomorrow morning. Hopefully, I'll get his voicemail and I could leave him a quick message. I think that will be the last time that I ever attempt to contact him. I'm just ready to move on. I don't want any memories of the past. I'm pretty sure that he's not even thinking of me while I obsess over him daily. I guess I'll die of AIDS alone. I hope he's having fun infecting other young attractive men. I still haven't gotten over that whole ordeal but you know what? I can't blame anyone but myself. I made the bed of nails that I'm laying in. I am the cause of all of my circumstances. I realize that no one else is at fault yet I will admit that I'm still very bitter and angry.
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