So here I found myself on the other side of town, the bad side of town, the place where I'd been told not to go. It wasn't so much a dangerous place, but an immoral place, somewhere where people went to get company from strangers, people they knew nothing about.
Why was I here, I kept asking myself, well aware of the truth. Was I really considering it? Yes, I'd come here before, but just to look, just to see for myself, like a voyeur I watched the goings on from afar, but had resisted the temptation. I say resisted, when in fact I was scared, scared of ruining something special I already had. So why was I here, especially after just celebrating our 2 year anniversary?
This time it was different ,it seemed that everyone else had done it, and continued to do it, so why shouldn't I? What would it hurt to try and experience something else? It wasn't really cheating, just an evening away, and when I returned I wouldn't talk about it, it would be my secret, my dirty little secret, my dirty little secret that would eat away, devouring me from the inside.
I can't keep it a secret from you anymore, as you deserve the know the truth, but I only tell you this because I love you, because I want you to understand, because I think we still have something special, something that no one else could replace.
I'm rambling now, I should just get it out and be willing to take the consequences.
On Friday night we were intimate but when I left you I went looking for more, and do you know where I went....? I went here. I'm sorry. I'll never do it again......
Why was I here, I kept asking myself, well aware of the truth. Was I really considering it? Yes, I'd come here before, but just to look, just to see for myself, like a voyeur I watched the goings on from afar, but had resisted the temptation. I say resisted, when in fact I was scared, scared of ruining something special I already had. So why was I here, especially after just celebrating our 2 year anniversary?
This time it was different ,it seemed that everyone else had done it, and continued to do it, so why shouldn't I? What would it hurt to try and experience something else? It wasn't really cheating, just an evening away, and when I returned I wouldn't talk about it, it would be my secret, my dirty little secret, my dirty little secret that would eat away, devouring me from the inside.
I can't keep it a secret from you anymore, as you deserve the know the truth, but I only tell you this because I love you, because I want you to understand, because I think we still have something special, something that no one else could replace.
I'm rambling now, I should just get it out and be willing to take the consequences.
On Friday night we were intimate but when I left you I went looking for more, and do you know where I went....? I went here. I'm sorry. I'll never do it again......
4 comments:
Ack! MySpace is just wrong. The hideous design of 99% of the templates, the flashing bits, the music... *shudders*
Websites with music should generally be illegal I reckon
Yes it is terrible. It reminds me of when people were first able to make their own homepages and put whatever animated gifs and pictures they could on their site, not caring about load speeds or aethetic quality.
It has enabled me to get in contact with a few friends from Uni who I've lost contact with, so it has got some benefits.
I'll still be faithful to my blogger account though.
With my severe addiction to the internet, I too have a myspace account. And a LiveJournal...
Myspace is tacky. Of course I have the requisite music going. It's a requirement. Its also poorly designed since it doesn't allow direct manipulation of the html. Doing css in the middle of the document isn't exactly doing anything near textbook as far as quality wise, but...
I have made contacts with several long lost friends via myspace, so it does have its merits.
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