And I think to myself, You're obsessed. ------------------------ Well, this certainly wasn't on my to do list for today. Eat spaghetti. Watch Aladdin. Make collograph plate. NOT end up on a fucking list of South Australian families and sit here on the verge of tears for SOMETHING THAT IS NOTHING TO ME. There has to be a reason. Has to be a reason I'm like this. There must be a reason for my obsession. There's a connection... or maybe not. Maybe this is the obsession trying to justify itself to me. All I know is that I was this close. This close to never even giving it a second thought. It was over, and finito, and DONE, and I was over it, and my life was wonderful. It still is. But why the hell do I care? And why does Valerie care? She's an excuse, basically. She loved her as much as I did. Well yeah, I'm sure that's correct. But it's still ridiculous, I should just give her back to Val and be over and done with the whole thing. For Christ's sake, I'm in university now. But there has to be a reason. There's got to be a reason that I became friends with Valerie. Kindred spirits! We're the same! I think I have seen too many movies, so I end up sitting here thinking that this is fate, that somehow, we're doing the right thing, this knowledge will save her in the end. SHE DOESN'T NEED SAVING YOU DICKHEAD JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP ------------------------ So in other news, I enjoy having boys around. YAY uni for not being school. ------------------------ Even Valerie would think you were insane if she saw this