Bad Conscience 7/25/2003

You know, I'm starting to feel like someone's conscience, other than the fact that my help absolutely sucks. I do all I can to be close to someone, as good a friend as possible, but forgotten at the drop of a dime. The invisible shoulder to cry on. But then again, my job could be done by any pillow in the world couldn't it? Nobody says anything about their pillow. Nevermind all that then, I guess it was kind of a pointless complaint, but then again, aren't all of mine?

On a lighter note, Wendi came over yesterday. It had been so long since I'd seen her. Longer since I've seen Raye, but from what I said earlier she probably doesn't even know my name anymore. Well anyway, Wendi was very saddened, as she too often is about everything going on. She was happier by the end of it than when she arrived, but I don't think it was quite my doing. I believe it was just the relief of being away from her problems. Who said video games didn't relax people? Well I ended up happier too, but I'll leave that one alone. Stupid Mike...

I apologize for a lack of sense through this entry, Im a little out of it I guess.

*Unimaginatively departs*