Off to Nottingham

Don't miss me too much if I don't post.

Rest assured that when I am back, I'll have lots of stories to tell.

^_^

That is, if I have the time/energy to.

Classes resume Monday, and I'm making full use of the measly 3 week break.

I do wonder though, what it will be like when I get back to Plymouth. To see them again. Friends that once were.

But if they want to carry on with that, well thats fine by me. I'll miss the friendship, I'll miss the dinner sessions and crap talking/bullshitting over tea sessions, but you know what? I'll live.

You know what hurt me the most?

Them knowing that I was in London at the time of the bombing, yet never bothering to call to check up on me. Well what was I expecting, anyway? We weren't talking to each other already anyway. But one would think that despite all that, they'd still call, for old times sake, because we were friends once upon a time. Good friends.

I don't know what I'd do come the time when I see them again. Should I smile, say hi, pretend nothing ever happen? What if they cut me off? Pretend they didn't hear? Drop my face only la.

I don't know what I'd do if we're forced into small talk. Because even if we do talk about it, even if we try to salvage the remnants of the friendship we had, which I highly doubt would be the case, its pointless. I'd forever resent them their lack of concern.

Its sad when you lose friends over petty arguments. Its sadder when you know that even if you did try to make amends, things will never be the same again.

Or will they?