Irresolute

I wasn't going to blog tonight because I have so much to do, but I need to get a few things off my chest.

1) Whoever you are Emily, I have no idea what Kalissa means. She is not I. I am not she. If you're going to comment, say something. It's really driving me insane.

2) Z and L are leaving for a bit--they're going to be gone this week and possibly the next--and I'm left alone with V! Somebody save me!!

3) I hate time. Shakespeare you were wrong. You can't beat time, even by procreation. Because eventually, time rips everything you once knew to pieces and you must start anew. Maybe I should let her experience things. We've had our rough patches before. And it's not like I don't have new friends. I'm scared I lose her and with her I will lose a part of myself. This is why I used to not invest in people. I'm not that cold, however. Being alone is an awful waste.

I just read that last passage and I realized I sounded like a lesbian. I'm not. Just have to clarify that. She's just a friend.