Simpler Times

Things used to be so much easier. In a time with breadsticks, Apple Bee's, picnics, track, car rides home, taking naps, quote books, hitting on waiters, reading rediculous sex books, laughing until it made us cry, talking to much on the phone (running my bill through the roof), going to the book store...everything about 'Girls Night'.

Maybe it's me. Who knows any more. Maybe I'm pushing people away so June is easier on everyone. Maybe it's bigger then that...I could have pissed people off. But with what? I can't figure it out any more and I'm sick of loosing sleep beating myself up over it.

"Good friends are hard to find, harder to leave, and impossible to forget."

I won't forget...but I am sick of crying...