chapter twenty three: picking up the tab

this weekend i made the ultimate decision that despite his many attempts to drive me insane im going to get over david zich. i set about this goal starting on sunday night. I went to greene street with Blake Britney, sarah and Britney's boyfriend sebastian. After having her drag her feet we finally got blake to the club and we all had a blast, its was an interesting experience seeing it was the first time since the summer that id seen matt dazzle i somehow managed to be civil with him, and then continued about my night enjoying dancing and chasing after guys with my friends. around the 2 am mark i got a text from my friend victor telling me i should come to syn and sky, i decided i wanted to go, but unfortunately i would have to take my friends home first, i didnt learn until after i had left that there was someone who wanted to meet me at syn and sky that night. I got everyone home and then got home and recieved another text from victor telling me i should come up to the house and hang out for a bit as there were a few people there for an afterparty. I got there and was happily surprised to see a short cute young guy greet me at the door. We managed to get along very well, and after a little time we began to sit together on the couch while watching a movie and sharing my blanket, soon as things tend to turn out we were kissing. This did not go unnocticed, in fact richards friend kyle who was quite tired and enebriated shouted at us, to get a room, to which we happily complied and went downstairs. whilst downstairs we talked and cuddled and gave in to our desires. we then went upstairs to sleep for about 3 hours and then went back to the basement for round two which went on for hours and wasnt finished until it was yet again dark the next day. after which we spent hours languishing about , after which i showered changed and we all went to eat and watch the iron lady. He held my hand during the entire movie. It felt so good to be able to indulge in sexual misconduct with someone and not have them be ashamed of me the next morning. I didnt learn until after how much alike we were, but i think its the begining of a friendship seeing as neither of the two of us are fit for or want a relationship at present. everyones got their cross to bear. The counter side to this event of my life is that the day after everything terrible fell upon my shoulders as things tend to do for me. I had to go to work today which is wednesday after waking up to the realization that my yearly occurance of bronchitis had not taken a vacation this year. on the way back from work today my battery light came on, and now i fear as though my alternator may be shot. Its so bizzarre how a few days ago i felt more alive like the stars had finally aligned in my favor, and now i feel physically miserable, and upset over the wellbeing of my only mode of transportation. i miss my cuddlebuddy but thankfully he still texts me, its so wonderful to have someone to talk to, who understands my point of view as a pisces, and as a twink. we seem to have a lot in common and i truely hope that we have more time together in the future. one can only hope all i know is that was definitely just what i needed.

chapter twenty two: another day older and none the wiser

its been 7 hours and 15 days, quite literally, since i realized i was falling, and im still in love withdavid zich. It hurts more than anything has ever hurt before, i would equate the pain to giving birth through your urethra, Im accquainted with pain, im a conisseur of torture but this is throbbing and unbearable. i woke up at 4 in the morning two days ago, i had just spent the previous evening before with someone who made me forget for one second how bad it hurt, made me think of something other than david for a few seconds. I woke up after having had a dream about new years eve, and in the dream it was not only david who was rejecting me and playing with my fragile mind, but every man ive ever loved and been hurt by before. I woke up unable to breathe, i felt like a fish out of water, i assumed at first it was a heart attack but then to my dismay realized it would not be that easy for me, my arm still had feeling , my arteries were fine, this was meerely the first of what im sure is a wave of panic attacks, that have no ceasing point in the future. I cant listen to music, i cant watch tv, i can barely even work and not be reminded of how much it hurts me, of how much i want things to be different. I feel as though god is mocking me, laughing at me for thinking i could be happy. Perhaps im destined for martyrdom, its the only rational excuse for my seemingly vain suffering. I long for him, i long to feel the way i did before i met him. I dont regret that i let my walls down for him, i regret that he betrayed me after i did. I regret that he did the exact same thing brian did to me, which is the worst torment one can know. To tease me with love then cut me off cold, to exploit my feelings and then leave me out to dry, even after knowing i had tried so hard and worked so much to dismiss the feelings i had for him. He still advanced, pouncing like a fierce and starving lion on my vulnerable exposed heart, ripping it to shreds between his pointy sharp teeth. Even lions are beautiful. But the most beautiful things are often the most deadly to us. I feel as though ive learned nothing, or maybe its that im afraid if i listen to what my brain would tell me i would shut myself off and never love again, it would hurt less. Maybe its just one wound that time cannot heal. Or maybe im just hoping that he will return or maybe im just hoping that if i hurt so much then it must be true. Perhaps if im feeling something so intensly it negates the possibility that he dosent feel a thing. I wish life were simpler but alas, we are all destined to struggle with our own demons, people tell me i am beautiful, but all i see is imperfections, i dont believe that i am worthy of anyone, and when i allow myself to love someone its always ended up like this. But this is harder more intense than anything i ever felt. It took me five years to get over Brian, im still not entirely over it, How long will it take me to get over David Zich. It was easier with Brian because Brian didnt love himself, Brian couldnt admit to himself that he was gay, and then Brian moved away. But David is out, David isn't far and away, hes right down the corner, and yet ive never felt quite so isolated. I think what hurts the most is the feeling of inadequacy, either that or the feeling that i almost had my golden opportunity. I have no closure, the wound remains open, i cannot stitch this myself, how long will it be before he returns my heart, how long will it be before someone stitches my gaping wound closed, how long will it be before i exsanguinate. Only time will tell, time heals everything they say, but im not so certain anymore. When i was struggling to breathe early the other morning before i realized it was just a panic attack, i felt content to die, i was not going to go get up and go to the medicine cabinet and get an asprin, i thought finally an end had arrived, i thought comfort was on the other side of the pain. I thought death had finally came to claim me, like i had prayed for in my early years of childhood in my darkest days. Ive met death before, enough times that i know his face, the sad thing is, he doesnt want me either. Ive never felt as lost and disenfranchised as i do at this moment, disillusioned but somehow still i care for David Zich, i wish i knew why. Ive been saving myself for so long, perhaps this is one of those situations where someones going to come save me instead of pulling myself out. Or maybe this is a cross i must bare. But i havent learned anything other than that pain is deep, and no external force could inflict wounds large or deep enough to hurt me like ive been hurt by David. I pray the conclusion is close at close at hand because i cant survive another act, im certain that ill collapse. I used to be strong but ive never felt so small and insignifigant and scared before

Chapter Twenty One: Zich Heil

When i started this blog, ( i still assume noone reads it but i dont frankly give a shit its for my own personal theraputic purposes) i told myself i would mention people with some degree of anonymity. But there are times in life when you meet someone and you cant not use their name, plus the chapter needed a pun. Im talking about the latest entry in my long list of love life failures, namely David Zich. I met him through my brothers friend Victor, instantly i felt physically attracted to him, but within the first day of hanging out with him i felt myself drawn to his personality and sense of humor. Being the person i am when i meet someone interesting or that i wouldnt mind to continue knowin i add them on facebook. no shorter than five minutes had passed that i recieved a message from him that said," im head over heels for your brother and i dont want to be involved with you" to which i responded ( innocently of course because to me at the start of this it was nothing more than oh youre cool your not an ass maybe ill see you again sometime no social obligational context withstanding whatsoever) " im not hitting on you im adding you on facebook chill, its not like you knowing me affects your relationship with my brother in the slightest. and that was that, and we continued to be in the same social enviroment as one another for quite some time, over which time i learned that the so called relationship he had with my brother was one that didnt amount to anything ( my brother tends to have relationships like that with guys, he tends to want more than one option on any given day much like a person who cant go out to eat anywhere other than a buffet). well it just so happened that my attractions grew as they tend to do when im intrigued by someone, particualrly an attractive and intellectually stimulating, and nice someone. I dismissed it as a minor crush at the time, at the time thats what it was to me, we were watching a movie called blood diamond at victors, my brother passed out on one couch david in the corner of another, victor and i taking turns occupying the vacant seat on the couch beside david, while the other took shifts on the concrete floor. As we watched the film became more violent and i became more comfortable on the couch melting into the cushions and making myself at home. I can watch stabbing all day long and not jump the slightest bit but something about gunfire causes me to flinch, and as the movie dragged on i heard a gunshot and reached up instinctively and grabbed davids hand,to which he responded by taking my hand and placing it gently on the pillow in a subtle rejection of this perceived advance. This action did not go unnoticed, and of course i got hell for having a crush on david which i accepted and moved on thinking i was over my seemingly minor infatuation with such an enchanting boy, then the holidays rolled around and we began spending increasingly longer amounts of time together as a group, victor had now moved into a new house which was far more lavish than his previous dwelling, and we all watched the right together with our estranged friend matt moss. who was enjoying his new christmas present that being nerf guns and entertaining himself by taking shots at my brother which i found amusing. as the movie progressed i became more invested in the story, and matt became more invested in exacting his revenge on my brother via nerf gun assassination, so to facilitate this valiant cause i offered up my chair which was in far better range in exchange for the seat on the couch which was in perfect undisturbed view of the television, and coincidentaly next to david.during the movie , i began to curl up and watch the movie as i do, then he tapped me on the head, and victor being his funny self cracks the wise comment "just dont try to hold davids hand this time" to which there was laughter and slight humiliation but i ignored it and continued watching, after a while i forgot about it and then david tapped me on the head, i look up and he lowered down his phone with the message " i dont hate you" typed on it, i grabbed the phone and typed back " who said you hate me?" in utter confusing, to which he responded just forget about it. after everyone else left i told the story to victor who couldnt make heads or tails of it either, and i remained confused but left it alone. Then along came new years eve a joyus time to forget the woes of the past year and start anew with new mistakes to make you hate the world, and how do we ring in the new year, by drinking and clubbing and whatnot. My brother david victor and i had all made plans to go to warehouse 29 to which i was not completely enthused at the prospect that i might run into my old ex matt dazzle whom i was ( and still am not) particularly fond of. But we went after pregaming the drinking at victors house the designated crash area for after the party ended. we went and started to enjoy ourselves, and as the night went on my brother continued to drink past his limit as he tends to do and i was told to take david away from him so ricky didnt get pissed off, so i took david off away from him and we entertained ourselves, and danced a little, ( quite provocatively in retrospect but i thought little of it at the time other than just good old new years fun) and then we began to sit on the couch and talk and lay twenty questions, over the course of which we discussed things such as music favorite bands, colors, what e find attractive in guys, and it became wierd at that point that david had describe my physical traits as what he finds attractive in a guy, to which i said, " well im going to go look for other fine anonymous lovlies to frolic with care to help me locate some" and he put his hand on my thigh and said , "dont go" so i lingered for a moment but not for to long considering someone approached us and said " that guy in the red shirt you guys were hanging with just threw up all over the bathroom" so we went to assess the situation and then decided we were all now ready to leave and take the drunkey home. When we got back to victors house we were faced with the task of sobering ricky up, a task we left to victor because hes good at dealing with beligerent alcoholics, and he proceeded to forcedeed ricky water, seeing as there was nothing for dav id or i to do in such a situation we decided to sit on the couch up in the loft and continue to talk about various innocuous things. It was cold up in the nook so we got closer and closer and closer together, then we found ourselves snuggling to keep warm, and we continued to talk about our first loves and i proceeded to tell him about my past experiences and he told me his, and then he leaned down and kissed me, a drunk mistake if stopped there, but it didnt,it continued, the kisses got more passionate and the hands began to roam, and it was clear that whatever was happening, was intentional. it was at this moment, it clicked for me that my feelings i thought i was certain of, i was merely fooling myself about, i genuinely cared about david, it was more than just a passing fancy it was full blown infatuated first stage love, of some degree. i had officially fallen. We were interupted by noise downstairs in the bathroom which we decided i needed to investigate, after david telling me " they would kill us if they walked in on us at the moment, primarily you" to which i had no replie but he said " come back in a few minutes ill wait for you after everyone goes to sleep, i wont be asleep" and i proceeded downstairs as if nothing had occurred, confused as to wether what had occured was reality or my mind playing tricks on itself. but then night dragged on, and ricky got somewhat sober, and noone wanted to go to bed, and it seemed like everyone else would never go to sleep, but then david emerged from his nook while we were supposed to watch a movie, and after ricky decided to pass, out and victor decided to go to bed he called david into his room to have a talk with him ( apparantly sensing something was going on with us) after which conversation david went to the basement and i fell asleep. The next morning came and i felt sick , on my stomach from the bad chinese i had ate the night before, and in my heart for not knowing what to feel anymore, and mostly eager to know what victor had said to david, and then david and ricky woke up, and decided to go home, i was to upset on my stomache to want to drive and had already called out of work for the day so i wanted to stay a little while and collect my thoughts and wait out the seasickness i was feeling on my uneasy stomach. i talked to victor after he woke up and discussed what had happened and checked my facebook. David had messaged me and told me he couldnt proceed with what went down the night before because he was convinced he wanted my brother and not me, and that he was sorry if he led me on. to which i replied why are you doing this now, how can you just kiss me and then tell me and nearly fuck me and then tell me you want nothing to do with me as if i was some kind of potential one night stand that got interrupted and now you dont ever want to see me again, when looking back the next day it became instantly obvious that the whole evening had been planned. after a while of talking and me feeling bad he decided to tell me im going to find someone right for me and that its just best if we not talk for a while. that was approximately 6 days ago, and then i found out two days ago, that david had dinner wth my brother during which dinner he blamed the entire event on me. which broke my heart into, i feel lower than i ever had before, and i cant seem to wrap my head around what is going on or what i should feel and it seems like everyone is against me or ignoring me, and i really just want to hate david zich , but i cant, i dont want to have feelings for him, but i cannot deny that they exist, i have never been more lost in my life, the only other time ive felt, this bad was with my first love.