I wondered if emotions were like menstrual cycles, if you get enough women together. Give it time, and everyone was crying.

Hey, and for what it's worth? Friends don't leave you alone in the woods. Friends are the ones who come and take you out.

It's a big deal when you finally get the chance to do the one thing you want to do - need to do - more than anything. It can kind of scare the crap out of you.

It's still a memory worth having, even if it's not exactly what you imagined.

Well, it's New Year's now but I don't feel that way anymore. I wonder if you do either. Something's happening to me. It's like I'm shrinking smaller and smaller and I can't stp it. There's just os much wrong that I can't imagine the shame in admitting even the tiniest part of it. When you left it was like there was this huge gap to fill, but instead of spreading wide enough to do it I just fell right in, and I'm still falling. Like I'm half-asleep, and I can't wake up, can't wake up.

Pieces and parts were always easier to process. The full picture, the entire story, was another thing entirely. But you just never knew. Sometimes, people could surprise you.

Once, I was easy. Now, I was choosy. See? Big difference.