Communication

I use to think that I got too much of it. I had to listen, to everything. But now I know nothing, not one problem, not one feeling, not one thought. This lack of communication, of not knowing, it's what I asked for. It's what I got. I thought we were suppose to work on it. Do our parts to make it work. I mean that's what a friendship is right? But he and I, we don't have a relationship, we don't have a friendship... I don't know what we do have, but I don't like this anymore, not one bit.

Recovery

So I found the document-- from high school. The letter I used against them. And yet I don't have the password to open the damn file. Great. I've been searching, I've even downloaded a password recovery software but nada, nothing, zilch. It'll come to me in time though. And I'm pretty sure that I'm going to be faced with how exactly I acted my senior year. Yes I was secretive and surreptitious, to the point where I rebelled against them. In any consolation, they started it and hid it, I found out about it, I did something about it, and I alone ended it.