Sunday, January 23, 2005

I'm worried about Eduard, whether or not he got home okay. But I can't call him because (a) he wouldn't want to hear from me; and (b) I don't want to talk to his mom. Shay hasn't returned my email and she's shut down her messenger program, which indicates she doesn't want to talk to me either. I'll go on the premise that "no news is good news."

I have to wonder if Eduard's choosing to leave on foot was a form of manipulation and punishment, a way of saying, "Take that, bitch."

Guess I'm the bad guy. Guess all I can do is live my life the best way I can.

Got an hour before the sun goes down; I think I'll go rollerblading. My mind and body are doing weird things right now.

posted by Newpeep, N.D. (neurotic depressive) @ 4:39 PM

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