Free, Yet Unsatisfied

Well, tis all resolved. I am here at grandpa's, happily typing away. {actually I was napping, which is slightly more exciting than being awake right now.} Sometimes when I think about it, I feel really greedy, and selfish, but what else would I have rather done last night?

We're friends bytheway, always have been, and always will be. Bummer huh? Oh well, I guess that is okay with me. {It certainly is okay with him.} I don't know what it is about me, I just . . . am a really good friend I suppose. Sometimes I wonder what it is I can offer in a relationship, and a lot of times I end up absolutely dry. I know that I have some fantastic qualities, and yet no one {well of the opposite sex seems to have noticed.} I really should enjoy my independence because a part of me says that it won't last long, but nonetheless. This is one of the issues that I can only send into the abyss, because there is not a living soul with whom I fell comfortable sharing my deepest concerns with, and plus, it will never be easily resolved.