It's entirely true that an old friend will remain that way even in a prolonged absence, but when days turn into months I begin to wonder how easily that bond can whither like the ass of an old pair of pants. Having to catch up with people prohibits more pertinent conversation. I'm tired of people making excuses why they can't visit me... it's the distance they say but where were they when I was only 10 minutes away? Now that I have a place to call my own and am able to entertain without guilt I have no one to cater to but myself. I figured after being close to someone for so many years that it would remain that way just by default. At least now I have nothing tieing me down if I want to escape from these putrid flatlands. I want to run to where the ocean meets the sand and drown out the sounds with my own thoughtlessness..................