If it weren't so damned frustrating and hurtful it would almost be funny. It used to be that I couldn't stop talking to her. Now I can barely think of anything to say, because I feel awkward and nervous. I don't think she really understands why I'm acting the way I am, and I'm probably hurting her and making her wonder why she bothers to try to talk to me at all. I'm trying everything in my power to fall off the face of her earth because I think it's just going to be the best for the both of us if that's what I do.
I also have some observations about memories and relationships that I'd like to write up in light of some of the things I found while sorting box contents for the trip up to the storage unit... but I think I'll save that for another night. Introspection is not what I need to indulge in right now. Instead I'm going to go with my roommates over to the Continental and indulge in a steak dinner.
Those who came before me lived through their vocations
