There's something liberating about starting over somewhere where no one knows you. No, I'm not talking about moving, but about blogging on Suicide Girls. I feel more free about what I can write here. Yesterday was my birthday. I turned 26, and I wasn't in the mood to celebrate, but I did, and as was pointed out to me, I have a lot to celebrate. Those things that we all take for granted. On top of that I have some loyal and caring, if distant, friends.
Caroline didn't call me on my birthday. Or maybe she called while I was out. I called her when I got back, and I left a message, but she never got back to me. We used to be so close, and it came to an end so suddenly. I went to TGIFridays, where we had gone together so many times before. It didn't feel the same. It wasn't like the one in Tulsa. Maybe it seemed different because Caroline wasn't there with me.
Caroline didn't call me on my birthday. Or maybe she called while I was out. I called her when I got back, and I left a message, but she never got back to me. We used to be so close, and it came to an end so suddenly. I went to TGIFridays, where we had gone together so many times before. It didn't feel the same. It wasn't like the one in Tulsa. Maybe it seemed different because Caroline wasn't there with me.