Truth hurts was never truer

Once again, in a most spectacularly ignorant fashion, I've screwed up a relationship.  Yet now the consequences are more dire.  Now I have nobody to talk to, to hang out with, to hug within a good 100 miles.  I now have nobody who really cares all that much, gives the proverbial rat's ass.  I now am living through my worst fears, being alone.  I've got over a month until I'll be with someone who truly cares and trusts me like I wish she did.  

This is not going to be pleasant, needless to say.  

What happens in Ox-Vegas, baby.

Mr. Casino

Welcome to Ox-Vegas

Restarting this blog was something I probably should have done a while ago.  I have a journal but I'm not good at writing in it regularly, and a journal doesn't give advice, which is what I need half the time.  So here we are, at the beginning of our journey, once again delving into the life and times of myself and the exploits Oxford offers.  

Anyway, self doubt has been my biggest opponent recently.  Especially when it comes to the ladies of Ox-Vegas.  I think I may have found someone special, but I'm too scared to admit it to myself, which is an odd feeling.  Not to mention that whenever I'm trying to be smooth or cool around her I end up making myself look like an idiot.  The question is, do I really look like an idiot, though, or is it that I think I do?  

I pray for the latter, because I won't win over any hearts by not being confident in myself.  And to build confidence I just need to stop caring about how I think I act, but that's much more difficult than one may think.  

I guess what I'm saying is that I'm not used to working at things like this.  For the past two years I've been very wary about relationships, and now that I want one I don't know how to go about it...

I guess I'll just figure it out as I go.

What happens in Ox-Vegas baby,

Mr. Casino.