A Loss

[anogete]

Sometimes I wonder how I could have been friends with someone looking back at it. It isn't that the person wronged me or upset me in some grand way. Just that we have so little in common. And how did we find things to talk about all those times we were together for hours and hours? I like to think that I've changed very little, but maybe in these past three years I've changed a great deal. Maybe picking up and moving across the country twisted my personality into something else. Not necessarily something bad, but something different. Maybe the other person has changed...stagnated in the cesspool she's living in. That sounds angry, but it isn't.

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[anogete.livejournal.com]

I must admit, I have this weird mixture of annoyance and guilt over this missing friend. I wish I could fix things, but it seems she's not going to allow it.