My life is a frictionless universe

Its 4 a.m and I'm sobbing while haivng an conversation via IM with Kristi

I'm rambeling, and she dosn't know what to say but its okay becasue all I really want is to know that someone else is alive.

And while one part of me wants to talk about all her issues and why I think its wrong to make out with every guy in the world, another part of me just wants to let it all slide so I can have my friend back.

Its sunday, but somehow I think I'm going to let it slide.

I'm so completly terrified.

Remember this

I'm never going to metion it again.

Not in passing

Not on a journal.

not in a blog

Not in a conversation

I'm never going to talk about it again. Call in denial, call it moving on, but I'm done.