So here's to being forgotten and starting to forget a little bit myself.

It's kinda funny, it's not anything that you plan, you just don't have time to think about it. I guess it helps that she doesn't write anymore. Have I really forgotten, or just gotten swept up in other stuff? Because now that I bother to think about it,... I just don't know. And I think that's about how it should be.

I can't know the answers. And because I can't know, I shouldn't think about it.

Yeah I totally dug her at the end of last year, and the timing was simply awful.

The hardest part is just waiting. I do alot of thinking about my role in this kind of thing. What do I want to be. I had decided, I knew what I wanted to be. I wanted to be a fixture, a constant. Lighthouse. Steady. Then a line that I heard once before smacked me in the face. Sometimes to be steady we have to give up what we want the most. Even our dreams. I want to be that for her, I want to be the one thing that is always there. I can't know what will happen when she gets back. But we have always been friends first. No reason to change that.

Sometimes to be steady...

this is me.

forgotten again.

getting realy sick of it

One of my friends was raped.

The guy got away with it. No jail time. The university won't do anything. The police told her to get lost.

I don't know that I have ever been this angry. We're talking uncharted rage territory.

Things like these shake my faith in Justice. Does it even exist anymore?

Mark my words you son of a bitch: There will be a reckoning.

So now what.

-CR