TM Failure

I've failed at a lot of the things people usually do, but the thing that hurt me the most was failing at the one thing that really meant a lot to me. It's the one thing I actually wanted to be good at.

I loved Liz Parker. I know that people thought I was just a dumb jock who was more interested in being popular than actually caring about people, but that wasn't true. Liz was a girl I'd mooned over for a while and when she finally agreed to go steady, I honestly thought I'd hit the jackpot. She was everything I wanted to be. Well, the smart, sweet, funny parts. Not so much the woman stuff. Anyway, bottom line? I loved her.

Then...the alien invasion came and the rest, as they say, is history.

My worst failure is losing Liz. I failed at being a boyfriend. If I was a better boyfriend, Liz might have stayed with me. I still don't know what I did wrong, and I don't know why it was so easy for her to toss me aside. Jesus, Max Evans saved my life, too, but I didn't fall in love with him. I guess being a plain, short, average, inconsequential guy just can't compete with being a master of the universe.

You know how much of a failure I really was? I gave up any chance to find out if I could actually do it right when I left Roswell and put myself in a situation that would guarantee I wouldn't be anyone's boyfriend for a while. It really was the stupidest thing I ever did, thinking I belonged with the other five. I should have stayed behind. Who knows? I could have been the owner of my own garage by now. Guess I pretty much failed all around.

OOC

To everyone I usually RP with, I'm sorry but I'm feeling really shitty at the moment and I don't think I'll be playing for a while. I especially apologize if we've just started up some cool stuff and I'm bailing. If it's possible to put it on hold until I stop feeling like crap, I'd appreciate it a lot. You guys are actually my friends, so I'm hoping it won't be a problem. I'm really sorry, but I just can't do it. I've sat here trying to tag everything in my inbox, but I'm just so depressed right now, I can't even let my pups pretend to be happy. If it's going to screw up anything, though, you have my permission to god mod my babies. It's not like I doing a good job playing any of them anyway. I'll answer the minimum amount of prompts so as not to lose them, though. Or, if it's easier to just move on without me, go for it. It happens all the time. And if anyone gets mad, go for it. I'm used to pissing everyone off, too.

I'm not going to be checking my scrt.agt.man email, either, so I'm not ignoring you if I don't reply, I'm just avoiding looking at all those tags. If you really need to contact me, you can write me at n2458 (at) lapd (dot) lacity (dot) org. I'll see that when I'm at work and have time to check it.

I'm cross posting this to my other pups' LJs, so I apologize if anyone's delicate sensibilities are offended by my post marring their flists four times.