Well, it's been a while. On the 22nd, I wrote about losing a friend. I didn't write too much about the fact that we didn't know anything about each other anymore. But, that was one of my facebook statuses around the same time (the 20th, to be exact)

I hope you've come to realize as much as I have how little we mutually understand about each other. Most of my life happens where you aren't; most of the time we discuss things we're residing in a crease inside my imagination. The "you" here and the "you" there are at vastly different dimensions.

[I'm using a code box for a quote, deal with it until I get something better] Edit: not anymore, class=quote, fuck yeah
Writing like a douche aside -- I mean really, I didn't realize how pretentious my writing is --, I think I touched on something important here. We didn't really know anything about each other.

Last Tuesday was the last time we talked. The 24th. Two days after my "I lost a friend post." It was pretty routine actually. Ended up with me being giddy and saying "I'll let you be now, it seems I'm bothering you". Funny, how these things go.

Last Thursday, the 26th. I wake up, to a new message on facebook. How often does that happen? It's from her. She wants me to leave her alone.

You don't know me. ... You no [sic] nothing about me. ...

I feel, ... I don't know, about publicising this. I mean, what the hell am I doing? I don't see it as a violation of her trust, and I hope she wouldn't either. I mean, this whole thing is essentially an extension of my diary. No one will ever read this. She most certainly won't, I mean I haven't heard or seen of her since.

Now why am I justifying this to nobody? Well, my conscience isn't a nobody, so go fuck yourself imaginary internet readers.

What am I ranting about? I don't know. It's just so weird that I was actually correct about this. I mean, knowing that I know nothing is something, right?

I guess, I just didn't want all contact to end so completely. I thought, maybe we'll be friends again someday. Maybe see her at a reunion. If it's what she wants, I guess I'll do the decent thing and continue to not bother her by remaining absent.