...but you don't really care for music, do you?

I'm pretty sure that the friendship between my best friend and me has completely dissolved. This semester has been terribly trying on both of us, and unfortunately, we both came into this term with high hopes and preconceived ideas about how things would and should be - none of which came to pass.

She is four years older than me. I'm 18, she's 22. Oddly enough, it seemed the gap between our ages was much smaller when I was 14 and she was 18. I still remember that summer so vividly. We were inseparable, she and I. We spent every day together coming up with new adventures and new random things to do in the little town of Marshall. It was the best summer I've ever had.

Things have since changed. We tried rooming together, and that seems to have distanced us more than the previous five hundred miles. Our lives had grown far too different, it appeared, and we weren't as close as we had either hoped or imagined.

Anyway, now I'm sleeping on a friend's couch for the rest of the week. I just can't handle it anymore, so I'm removing myself from the situation. I plan on talking to her before the break so we can leave on a better note than this, but I'm not going to try to restore what seems to be a hopeless friendship. I've done my share. I'll do one more, and I'm done.