tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30038358068046306842011-04-21T12:51:32.492-07:00Peterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03188097309877701212noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003835806804630684.post-32051111337003213092007-02-07T20:31:00.000-08:002007-02-07T20:46:02.515-08:00Endless sorrow and suffering. That is the gist of my life. Whenever I have a brief moment of happiness, when light shines through the infinite darkness, the clouds cover it up again, before I even have a chance to enjoy it. Such is my world.<br /><br />I've had many girlfriends. But they never last. Something about my feminity and depression always seem to scare them away. But this one seemed different; she seemed special. I thought, for a brief moment, that I could be happy. Boy was I wrong.<br /><br />My heart was torn out and run through a wood chipper when I saw her talking to her ex. All those feelings that I had shut out came rushing into me again. A single tear ran down my cheek, but I could not cry. This was a sadness, a hurt so deep, that crying wouldn't come. My soul, my very being was injured.<br /><br />But I've met someone. Someone who may be able to help me out of this abyss. He told me about this place, called <a href="http://www.burnttoastdiner.com">the Burnt Toast Diner</a>. Of course I can't go there, out in Texas, but I can blog there. I'm thinking it may be a good place to vent my feelings as I get into my training and cope with my girlfriend leaving me. God, I need someone to talk to.<br /><br />Peter<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3003835806804630684-3205111133700321309?l=emopete.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Peterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03188097309877701212noreply@blogger.com16