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Friday, 18 September 2015

"The Fire, The Ex and The Friend"

Gotta love when life throws you a curve ball

Last night, right before I was about to turn in for the night,

a fire broke out in the house
my ex and I talked and reminisced
a close friend of mine told me to block him

I'll paint the story for you.

The Fire

My brother-in-law wanted to make some fries, so after skinning the potatoes, he filled half the pot with cooking oil. When the stove got warmed up, the fire literally shot upward to the kitchen ceiling. It reminded me of Baked Alaska for some reason, not that I ever had it before in my life.

So he told babe to grab the baking soda and doused the stove with it. The fire dwindled but the fire alarm was still going off. Babe told me to open all the windows for ventilation because the entire house was clouded with smoke. Guess who had to mop up the kitchen floor from all the grease after the whole kitchen nightmare ordeal was over?

The Ex

Prior to that disaster, my ex revealed a couple of things to me that were unexpected and shared how he felt about me. I won't dive too much into it because it's (..like really) personal, but I will say this...

If a parallel universe did exist, other (or alternate) Zachary is happily in love and is surrounded by friends and loved ones who knows who he really is and genuinely cares about him, vice versa.

I.. fucked up. And I wish I had a wormhole to escape into another dimension where I can start over. See what I mean? I keep wanting to run... away! It's like a quick fix to every problem, y'know.

The Friend

Right before I was talking to my ex about... err.. stuff, a really good friend of mine (who, even after we agreed to regard each other as non-existent from henceforth) told me to block him. If I were to be perfectly honest (...the irony, huh?), I saw it coming. I really did.

I'll spare you the lengthy post where I try to make myself out to be the victim, because in all actuality, I wasn't. Although, over the past few years, I've discovered that I tend to play the victim card a lot (...and really well, in fact). I guess it's a defense mechanism? Like, "Oh fuck, I'm in trouble.. Time to pull out the ol' sympathetic trump card". Yeah, no more of that.

I messed up, and I'll take responsibility for my actions.

#NothingLastForever

But I have to say this (to nurse whatever is left of my guilty conscience) - beneath all the sketchy lies and twisted stories I've imposed (past tense because its all in the past), I am a good person. I'm sorry but as far as confession goes, I'm standing firm on that statement. I admit that I got caught up in the imvu scene/drama (though let's face it.. imvu is a virtual volcano just begging for an explosion of drama - bad metaphor, I know), but when all is said and done, it was one hell of a ride and life goes on.

ツ | 3:50 pm

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My name is Zachary (

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Born on Christmas of '92 (

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Gay (

) Separated (

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I ❤ my best friends
«Jen Ross» and «Bekah»

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