So, this weekend is the annual TRL gathering. The way it works is, people go out to the ring lords for the weekend, camp in tents on his field, and spend the days doing chainmaille and talking and such.
Now, every good camper knows that you should take your tent out and set it up before you actually go, just to check for anything that could be wrong with it. So, I set my tent up to dicover a tear at the top, in between two of the tent poles. Nothing really serious, but enough to let a lot of bugs in. So, I figured I should fix it.
I go into the house to get a piece of cloth and attempt to sew it on. No dice. The cloth that I'm trying to sew into is mesh, not good. So, I go into the house to try and find crazy glue. Mom said glueing it would work. Problem=no glue.
Now, I'm sitting outside on the grass, trying to figure out what would work. It's getting dark, and I need to hurry, cause the tent needs to come down before nightfall. So, I walk into the house, and whats the first thing I see? Duct tape. Perfect!
So, I finish that, roll the tent up and put it away. Now, I still have to make my bed roll, and pack my backpack. But that can wait till morning.
So, tonight is talking to people, and watching movies.
I'm almost happy again. Almost. I don't know whats wrong still, at least not completely. But I do know that I need to deal with a few demons...on my own. But, I'll go on, hiding my feelings and pretending I'm happy happy. Maybe one day I won't have to hide that stuff. Doubt it though.
Five years ago, I lost a little piece of my heart. Five years ago, he left. Today, I feel him watching me.
