Friday, January 06, 2006
It has actually gotten to the point where I'm trying to fill my weekend with plans, so I don't have time to sit around thinking about the boy. I usually try to leave as much time open for him as possible, in case he comes around. But my hope of that, and even my desire FOR that, are both pretty much dying at this point. Everything ends with a whimper, even these huge periods of your life that you feel like are gonna shatter you. It just starts dying out, and it even though I'm sad, it isn't anywhere near the kind of shattered I used to be over him.