Time Has Passed

When so much time passes, we eventually notice that we ourselves are different that the old self. It is so cliche, but cliches are cliche for a reason. They are so full of truth. Anyway.... I am smarter than this.

I have fallen in love. I have found this different way to spend my time, with him. And this only causes problems. Because I can't be with him without leaving my friends and if I spend my time with my friends, they only tell me about their good times together without me. So I can't really be happy in either situation, so what do I do?

Dear Michelle,
I don't know what to do and I don't know where to go. If we can't be best friends, I can't be your friend at all.

So childish.

I'm better than this.

But there's no way I can be your best friend unless I give up my boyfriend of eight months. Which way is correct?

Sincerely,
Melanie

I'm just rambling. I have something worthwhile to say, I swear.

...

Well, I have discovered these PostSecret things. And they are really good. So pretty and sad and addicting.

I wish I could talk to Lisa. There are so many things I would like to talk to her about.
I think I'll do that.

Goodnight.

Goodnight Lord.
Goodnight world.
Goodnight.