Last night I started thinking. I started thinking about her. And I miss her, but I can't talk to her. And I can't talk to anyone else about it. I can't explain it to anyone else. Or at least it seems that way.

I miss her because she was my one friend that I could talk about anything with. Anything at all. I have many friends that I can talk to about stuff, but only some things. I can't talk to anyone else about everything, just parts of everything. Time changed us and I still don't know what happened, but something did.

When I cough, I think I might die.

I was thinking today as I walked back to school that i am not really looking for a real thing, involved, intensive relationship. But I still feel the way I do. Which means what? I don't know. I am looking for something, but I don't know if I want that relationship thing or not. From anyone. If I did, it would be you. But I don't know anything about it. Trust me on that.

My cat thinks he is a dog, it seems.

m_ix_i : moment of mass i around x=0

I feel better about my Columbia application. I filled a lot of it out last night. I just need to remember all the activites and such I've done since 9th grade. Oh, and write an essay and get teacher recommendations. But otherwise, I'm done.