July 15th, 2002


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In reference to that last post...
Well, Greg hates me. Not in that annoying "I hate you and I hope you die" or "ohmigod he didn't laugh at my joke I think he hates me" way. He said it himself, and suggested we not communicate with one another any longer.
I said okay.
He said he was glad I agreed.
I had to interrupt him there; I did not agree. I told him this.
We said goodbye.

I still don't agree. I will never, ever, agree and be happy with this 'resolution' because whatever he thinks, I do love him very much and I miss him a great deal.
I'm just very thankful he had the balls to say it to me instead of just ignoring me or being immature enough to say it behind my back.
It's much, much easier to be hated than to be ignored.
Not that it doesn't hurt, mind you. If I were the sort to cry, I'd have shed blood and tears over this like you would not believe. But I have not cried, and I suppose that's a good thing. It hurts like hell because as I believe I said, I love him dearly, I enjoyed his conversation, liked his artwork, and respected him. I can count on one hand the number of people who fit that same description.

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