Her

I consider myself to be a mature and rational person. For some reason lately, that maturity and that rationality have been replaced by incontinence and paranoia. My usually active personal life and my dim social life has been switched to just the opposite. In several ways, I think I was changing for her even though that was the last thing I wanted to do at that time. Hell, maybe I was just making an excuse to get out of that one and on to the next one. All I know is, I think I may be going back. I need to have a long talk with her and with a few others first, and I'm sure my sister may pipe up and say something too. If my parents see me going back, I have no idea what they'll say. I'm not even sure she wants me back, and there have also been some more... unsavory actions on her part. But I must admit, she made me happy. I'd rather her read this than anyone else, but, it's a blog, what can I do? I'm still finding myself picking up the things I have of hers... and remembering just a bit too much. I guess I'm going to talk it out at some point.