Circumstance circumstance circumstance.

Whenever I do take my midnight walks, things have really gone wrong or my mind's in way too much conflict. This time, it really has…

With the advent of a whole new group of friends, I suppose unwanted drama goes in hand. I’m not complaining about drama; social lives aren’t really complete without them, but the unwanted ones on the other hand just takes the piss. It doesn’t help either when feelings for someone come into play. Top it off with major confusion and emotional conflict and a cherry of crappy circumstances which completes the patented crappy Sundae that diner seem to think is ‘the shiznit’ even though nobody ever orders it because it basically fails.

I’m not saying this summer sucked, not yet at least, and I’d much rather avoid what seems imminent. Perhaps I’m in a pessimistic mood, so thoughts are really biased right now. This summer has to be the best, and probably the worst thing that happened. “Self contradicting” I hear Sherlock?

Danny is scared of relationships right now. I don’t really feel like I want to be one. Because in all fairness, at most times, are they worth the risk?
In current day, I’ve heard about people ending relationships because they seem to be interested in someone else. I thought the point of it was that you actually like a person for who they are and kinda stick with them?
I mean sure, you like someone else during the relationship but I’m pretty sure at any given time, everyone else does. No matter who you’re with, you’re always going to like someone else too. If you say you don’t, its either you’re a liar, or perhaps it’s all in your subconscious. Unfortunately, whenever I do go out with someone, I tend to be the latter. Extra feelings for whoever person may be, just gets redirected into the subconscious. As soon as I’m single, everything kind of just slams into me like a tidal wave.


As I walk, I type this on my phone. I seem to have retained my awareness from living in Tallaght, where you got to look out for skags which will either go “Here, gis yer phone” or shank you, or both. Then again, the thought “Oh wait, you live in a posh ass area…” comes to mind, I feel safe.
I haven’t really been myself lately, or have had time to think about what’s up with me. That’s why I haven’t really blogged lately. The random musings in my head usually go somewhere, but now there are no random musings at all…

Previously, I was a nerd, without much of a life, had a small circle of friends, and didn’t do too well with the ladies (I still don’t). I was actually content with that life up to a certain extent. It was a small yet tight group, we stick through whatever. In simpler terms: Life as a no-life nerd was much easier in the sense that all you had to do is wake up, head online, talk to people that love you unconditionally, kill some shit online, get pissed off at the next noob who couldn’t get a clue, kill more people, hang out in secluded parts of the virtual world with close friends and their in-game alter egos then back to sleep, the cycle continues.

I suppose it was luck that out of the blue, paired along with the sudden urge to blog hop any link that I can find on my friends’ blogs that I landed on one that really intrigued me. Reading throughout this person’s posts made me go “Someone like this actually lives in Ireland?” Little did I know, that a month or two later, this person was going to make me one of the happiest people in the world, then the saddest, then back up again in more ways than one. Yes I’m still into you even though there was conflict, bad timing and circumstances; and I apologize for everything. You gave me a life, got me out of my shell and I’m ever so grateful. So here I am, with everything else dropped, all yours. Does what you think is right and tell me whatever direction you choose.

I’m gonna go grab breakfast at Dunnes Stores in a bit since its 24 hours and I can’t sleep at all.

At this moment, I just need someone that knows me to talk to for opinions. Peeps that read this blog have my msn, hit me up, or call me. Either ways. Help.