So...

There are a lot of things going on in my life right now. Sorta. Mostly cubing stuff. And not so much "a lot" of things as...like...3. Anyway, the point is, it's not helping. Anyone who knows me would think I'm happier. I'm not. Distractions make it easier to pretend, but it doesn't change the fact that every night I cry myself to sleep. It doesn't change the fact that inside the pain is still there. It doesn't change the feeling I get because nobody has ever felt about me the way I've felt about a few people in my life. I don't think I'll ever be anything but a good friend. It's not an encouraging thought.