I'd like to say hello to the nice person who enjoys reading my piece of crap of an online diary. Today I'm going to be a bit serious. Today I want to talk about relationships. Not boyfriend-girlfriend ones, but just human ones in general. I've come to realize that when I get to know someone, and if I enjoy that person's company, then I get attached to them really quickly. Then it really bothers me when that person has to go away or if I can't spend time with that person (or people) anymore. I get all separation anxiety-like and it upsets me to think that I've made a connection with this person, and then what if I never get to see them again for the rest of my life? Will our experiences and time together just fade away into oblivion, into just a speck of nothingness in the timeline of your life? And the thing about me is, I remember everything. I remember random moments of hilarity, or stupidity, or anything, really, that occured way in the past. So it's not likely that once I've made a connection with someone, I'm going to simply forget them or something that I've shared with them over the course of time. So, yea, basically, it's really hard for me to get over people who've moved on. And I know life is all about moving on, and learning to cope with changes and the sort, but you know how your interactions with people have the ability to shape you into the person that you become? The things you gain from such relationships, the thoughts you exchange...These things become really important to me. Also, I don't make friends easily. Most of my friends are kids I've known since high school. With me, it's all about relationship building, so that I judge how far I can trust them or how good a friend they are to me not just by their actions, but also by the length of time we've known each other. At college now, I haven't yet reached that point of making a deep connection with most of my friends. A lot of it is just surface...stuff. You know? On the other hand, if I get to know somebody, even if it's just for a short time, but we've struck a real connection, it hurts me when we have to separate. And that's when the thinking-about-the-future-without-each-other sets it, that's when the sorrow of losing such a valuable thing feels, to put it quite simply, like sh*t. And I wonder, does it mean as much to them as it does for me? I really hope it does. And as much as I hate endings, I'm really bad at writing them too. And so, I'm off. Come, heathens. We go now.