11:29 am - Saturday, Nov. 15, 2003
Spending the night at a past friends home. Maybe I should let friendship that slip fall where they may. I'm considering one other in particular, and I think she would rather I didn't believe there was a friendship that might come back. But she write crypticaly, so I never know if it's aimed at me, and I've taken to assuming it isn't.
Why worry, I only have a few more months to do all this. I'm ordering Cap and Gown this week. I have the truest, most frustrating love.