Q: Help me watch my sugar intake, don't think it's gonna work at all.

Last night, I reluctantly made the decision to give Australia girl a call. It was a spur of the moment realization kind of thing; a mistake for snubbing this extremely delicate situation too long under covers. I tried to mend, to abscond, and to completely deny her presence. For a while, it seemed to work; but with no proper treatment, consequences were bound to materialize and before you know it, it became too late. What can I say; it was also downright immoral and atrocious (at least that’s what I believe I wouldn’t want that happening to me should I be in her shoes). I don’t want to be a conniving jackass weasel who “cheats little kids”. Plus, with things just remaining stagnantly convoluted over these two years; I did want her to progress forward and to forget. Which…brought me to this particularly difficult conversation. Yes…when I mean difficult; imagine having to balance a watermelon on the tip of your nose without ever breaking it. Hard isn’t it? The awkwardness that was long gone, resurfaced again, threatening to disregard reasoning and for me to just end the call (blaming it all on cowardice and sheer empathy).

Let’s just say, the result was a disaster for not going according to my plan. The execution was utter rubbish. I was aware that my speech and explanations were hurting her and this should be uncalled for. This is why I hate confrontation, it tears you apart. What’s harder is knowing that you’re the cause of the predicament. Once again, I made someone cry.

Com'on, give us Snow Day already....

Beats me,
Vonnie S.