It is now 12:28 p.m. The weather is sunny. CANADAAAAAAAAA so this friend i've had since i was 5... she moved to France. i kid you not. Either i will never see her again, or it will be an excuse to go to france. she never had time for me when we were growing up. I always felt like the friend from childhood, not the one you hung out with, but just the one that is always there if you need her. as a last resort. that's all i ever was/will be. a last resort. "damn. it's my 32nd birthday and i'm not married. hey, you're 30, and unmarried. i guess you'll do. wanna get married?" woohoo fake love. maybe i should move to where my ex lives, because i may or may not still be in love with him. i mean, it's not like living here is fulfilling. that does it. i'm going to look for jobs in his area, get some money, pack up, and leave. i don't care if he's already married or has a long term girlfriend..i need a change.