Laissez-Faire Ou Allez-y?

It's been two months.
The worst part is not really knowing why.
I feel like Sally from The Nightmare Before Christmas, always falling apart at the seams and trying to stitch myself back together, just doing my best to stay intact.

In other news, tonight I'm going to visit with someone whose voice I hadn't heard for about 10 months until last Saturday. I haven't really spoken with many about this because a few of you would smack me in the face for doing it. Maybe you'd be right, but for now trust me that this is something I'm confident that I can handle, and that it's something I feel I need to do, if only to prove to myself that I've truely separated myself from this part of my past.

A different and much needed visit is expected to take place likely Thursday night, with one I have not seen since before x-mas and am more than anxious to be reunited with.

I think I actually enjoyed writing my history essay. If anybody ever gets a hankering to know how epidemic disease in the 17th century affected the Huron perception of the Jesuits/Christianity, gimme a shout! :P - 1 down, 4 to go.

At any rate, I think David Bowie quite cleverly put it best in the theme of the movie Labyrinth:
No one can blame you, for walking away
Don't tell me truth hurts, cuz it hurts like hell.