this is home this is where i go this is my playtime this is the past this is my time
 
20 April 2003

It's so comforting just to be. With him. But then I see myself falling back into the old ways and I don't want to.

Now is a time of change. I get the feeling it's going to be quite lonely for a bit.

We were talking Friday, reminiscing about the middle school years, and remembering all the tiffs between various friends. There was one friend that at least three had been mad at and I could tell the two I was with didn't like her all that much either. But I do. At least she doesn't make me feel left out, even if sometimes she seems manipulative.

I just don't want to be kept in an ignorant bliss. I used to write so much about how ignorance is bliss, and it is, but right now, I would rather the hurtful truth, because then things are out in the open. Secrets don't make friends. Really, they don't. Especially when you find out about them before they choose to tell you.

I know this doesn't make much sense.