One mask for another

I feel I can be more open here, in this space, simply because of the tremendous dearth of readers. And so I shall.

I had a talk with my latest ex today; she had a few confessions to make, and I subsequently felt need to partake of my roomate's liquor stock.

She made out with my best friend the day after we broke up; this alone is not unusual, as he has often had dealings with my ex's, as he is very similar to me, yet much more light-hearted and charismatic. We have always been two sides to one coin, the same and opposite. He the fire an I the rain; he the blazing day, I the azure night. I digress; back to the tale.

Directly after her brief dealings with my comrade, she slept with another man. I was her first, both in terms of deflowering and in terms of a serious boyfriend, and this was very much an act of passion... and she deeply regretted it afterwards.

I cannot trust her now.

Eventually I will once more, certainly. This is something I cannot help. My seventh curse, Aer Lio, is the inabillity to hold a grudge; no matter what has befallen me, I forgive all. A trait to be admired in others, yet scorned in one's self.



I cannot confide in my friends. This is a horrible thing, as every man needs an ear to bend time upon time. Yet those from my home are too much a part of my troubles, while those I have made here are too distant yet from me; we are not close.

Without a single person to confide in, I write my story here, dull though it be.




Thou shalt know one's sin? One sin alone doth fail mine art; my deeds are legion, my devils without limit.



Perhaps I shall recount my sins another time...