Thank you

Now, normally I wouldn't address an entry to a specific person, especially since this person probably does not read this and therefore will not see it anyway, but I am going to regardless.

Thank you, for talking with me tonight.  For understanding, despite how pathetic I still feel about it all.  ("It" being something that I should probably dedicate another entry to, actually...)  For helping me at least not have more of a mental breakdown than I was already having, and then for just talking with me about random stuff (or listening to me ramble, which probably describes the situation better) so that I could think of something other than that.

I know you said that listening "is what friends do," or something like that.  But, you'll always be more than that to me.  I know right now I can't call you anything too much more, given the status of our relationship as being truly nothing more than friends, but you'll always be something more.  (Which is probably an issue, actually, but I'll say whatever to that right now.)  And I'm sorry for that, and sorry that that also means that I try to not talk to you nearly as much as I want to.  Trust me.  I want to.  But that's a problem.  I hope you understand, and don't find me too pathetic.

Still, though.  Thank you.  I really do mean that.



Unrelated: I am still not finished with the book I'm thinking about critiquing for my reaction paper.  Fuck.