Thursday, January 05, 2006



I'm doing pretty okay at not talking to the boy. And even feeling like I'm okay with him not talking to me. I know too well, though, that these strong phases can evaporate frighteningly quickly sometimes. I'm watching TV at a friend's house, waiting for Alex to call me about our dinner plans, and a commercial had some sappy long song in the background. I fumbled for the remote so fast, I never threw the damned thing on the floor. I just have to remember that the good isn't worth the bad. I feel like I'm right on the verge of really believing that and remembering it, feeling like it is a true thing. I just can't let my resolve crumble right now.

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