jekyllandhyde

You know, usually it's my friends who are in complicated relationships. But now, well... I'm thinking I don't understand near as much about this whole love business as I thought I did.

And I have so much to write for tomorrow, but I absolutely cannot concentrate on it.

Random thought of the day: the one constant in my apartment throughout the years, amidst changing roommates and changing friends, has been Lucky, the stuffed frog sitting on my desk staring at me right now, a gift from someone I barely even talk to anymore. What does that say about me?