relethed

a lonely week. my friend was on vacation from work last week, and had promised to call so we could hang out--she never called. then didn't mention it when we next saw each other. it's also been difficult to get anything going here on the site with people--i guess everyone has their own life. hell, i haven't posted to my journal but twice in the last week.

classes are okay, life is okay, i have a small crush on my married professor, i really want to be in love.

i talk and write because i hope that some piece of it will startle me by signifying something.

i want to discover that there is a secret communion of people that will actually give my soul peace.