Something happened. I got to hang out with Sandra the other day. It was nice. We went on a walk around the neighborhood and got some food at McDonalds. I missed hanging out with her.' And guess what. I felt nothing. This is good. It's been a year since the stuff between her and I happened, and I can finally get over it. But now I'm confused, too. I don't know if I'm over what happened with her, or if I'm over her in general. I don't know if I still want to hang out with her. And I know I probably shouldn't, but I know she needs someone to help her out, and I've always been practically the only good influence in her life. I don't know. I'll think about it. The problem is, I've come to the conclusion that I'm not gonna hang out with her anymore several times before, but I never had the guts to tell her I'm done with her. And I don't know if I can do it now. I'm too fucking nice. Grr. Anyway. That's all. I'm done. TTFN!