i have lingering feelings of doubt...wondering what i did wrong or if i could have done or said things differently. the effect is that these failed friendships have helped me realize how fortunate i am to have been graced with those that are still here laughing right along with me.
i try to refrain from (over)thinking about where these people have gone...but it just means i miss them. they leave gaping holes in my view of myself and i try to compensate with memories.
