I really like my friend. I would even go so far as to say that I love her. We've been friends for about three years now, which is fairly short I know, but it feels like our friendship as it was is already fading. I really want to talk to her about, well, about a lot of things. I guess I've sort of made her into some sort of counselor figure for myself, and I feel a little guilty for that. Heck, one could argue that the neglect I feel from not having the chance or guts to talk to her as I used to is all self inflicted and be totally right. I should recognize that she needs a chance to be with other people, and that I'm fairly boring as it is, and that others are a lot better friends, and so on. But, I digress.
What I'm trying to say is I feel pretty begotten.
I can't shake the sense that things will only get worse in terms of my "social life" (God, the words sound so pretentious) as the next school year approaches. And with such haste it does! Summer is speeding on through as though it's a train hellbent for, um...where it is trains go when they beat it out of this "city".
Hm...
In other news, I took it upon myself to start a little project. I hope to give word on it soon.
-Mottled
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