4:40 p.m. - 2007-12-20
The cliff.
It's a toss up between depression and flat out anxiety, but the jury is still out and she's out of her mind anyway, so we might as well just not talk about it.
Because she says talking never helps.
And because I'm fairly certain her insecurities are going to eat her alive anyway.
And I know she doesn't want anyone to be disappointed.
But I know her well enough to know that she is more than disappointing herself.
So, what do I do?
I sit. And watch the snow. And make plans.
And try to think of a way to make it all go away.
