Here I am, in my gorgeous condo in Maui. Most people are out and about enjoying their vacations. What am I doing? Sitting in here on the computer, thinking about the friends I used to have. Missing them more than I should. I’m probably posting this more for them to see it than anything else. They’re mad at me still, I’m sure. I wish they weren’t. I wish everything could just go back to the way it was. I was happy, they were happy. I get shakey and sick feeling when I think about them for too long. It normally ruins my day if I start reminiscing. I just want everything to be ok. If they contacted me right now and welcomed me back, I’d go running. Maybe I did do some things that made them mad… I would do anything to fix that. Yeah, I’ll survive if I don’t hear from them ever again. But part of me is always with them. I can’t ever get that part of me back. Ever.