"But it was worth it"
-me, 27 August 2003.

Describing the first time Cory and I were together. Sigh. Funny the things that make you recall the past. In this case it was someone who'd hit my (other) blog through a search on 'coneticut faggot' (yeah, I know the spelling's wrong there). That brought up a very old entry where I talked about my second-last trip to the States, and the night I spent at Luke and Chrissie's place, and at a party where frat boys were calling each other "faggot".

And that of course was when I met Cory, so the same entry was me recounting how good the time we spent together in New York was. And saying that there was no way we would be able to make things work, but it was worth it anyway. I guess I needed to remember that. I'm very deep in the "anger" stage of grief at the moment, I can't get past seeing the bad side of the relationship, and feeling that she mistreated me. I guess I'm heading into the "sorrow" stage, but I'm not quite there yet.

Ah well. Remember the good times. Try to put the bad in perspective. New York was very, very good, and for whatever reason New Mexico wasn't. And California was. Two weeks, that's all. It seems like such a small reward for the energy we both expended on it. But that's life.
 
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