Is it strange that I feel like I'm leaving friends behind? I've read your words, and I don't even know your voice, but I know your thoughts.

That is strange.

Technically, I could leave without saying good bye... and, it wouldn't even change anything at all. So why am I compelled to write this?

This is the strange phenomena of living in a place where only your mind exists. Where you can shape that window through which people get to see you. Funny thing is, even that window doesn't manage to show you quite right at all. And the frame you make for yourself is probably the place where you most shouldn't be.

Well, that's the case for me anyway. So, I'm pulling the curtains.

Man. I'm creeping myself out a bit.
(Don't worry, it's not you, it's me! ha ha)

Well, I'm going to eat some chocolate cake. With some tea.

That's the best way to deal with a break up in my experience