dorianator

Fuckin bullshit, I'm calling your bluff. Honestly, if all these amazing people I've met on the Internet and talked to aren't "real" or they have "other intentions" when talking to me, why does it feel so genuine? Why does it feel so heartfelt? Basically, it's half past 3 and I'm browsing old dA comments and replies I've received. Even the more popular artists who I may not talk to much, even the shortest messages with the simplest grammar, even the long-winded replies I received talking about that Family Guy Brian incident. Every one of them makes me happy because they remind me that someone out there is sitting there in front of their glow

He was a great guy. He really was. If only I'd taken the time to  get off my ass and take the initiative to go do something with him, I wouldn't be feeling this intense pang of regret. I really don't feel sad at all, and that worries me deeply. If only I'd taken the time to try and bond with him rather than blame others for not doing this shit for me. Maybe I'd feel just a little bit more emotional. Maybe he'd mean a little more to me. But no, those chances are gone. Those opportunities for fishing trips have disappeared and I've let the meaning of his life slip down the fucking drain Everyone around here is crying because they miss him so