I feel kind of sad tonight. I made a friend last fall who is very dear to me but I should have realized some time ago that he was having trouble continuing the friendship. He is a very complicated person and it isn't his fault. But my heart hurts and tears fall because I never stopped caring. It's ok. I'm glad I met him and I won't let this change the fact that I'm a loving, caring person. I've got so many bandaids on my heart, there's a reason I'm EMO. I still have hope.