You don't realize just how much certain people impact your life until things change, then the difference becomes a glaring hole, burning right through the middle of your tiny little planet.
I can't say my summer has started off fantastic (aside from the sprained wrist, bruised knuckle, and my wonderful week long throat infection), and I don't know how its going to be from here on out, but some things have changed. Can't say I asked for them, can't say I expected them, can't say if they're going to end up as good or bad things in the future (maybe I can spring Miss Cleo from jail and she can help me out?).
All of this makes me think about my personality in general, how much I tend to regret (which I've already devoted a blog post to). I'm tired of regretting shit, I'm extremely tired of a lot of things right about now.
It would be nice to say that I could make a Chameleon move and just adjust, or even make some positive changes in my life, and maybe everything will work out in the end, but BLAH.
I'm pretty unhappy right now.
I wish I could go back to this time...