I did something kinda silly in the Summer. And by kinda silly I mean unbelievably fucking stupid.

I'd had this plan, see? Call it plan A. Problem was, if plan A was to have any real meaning at all, then there could be no plan B. Plan B had to be eliminated. So that's what I did. Like I said, kinda silly.

And then, then plan A never even got off the ground. Lack of opportunity and a myriad of other things all combined to thwart that plan before it could even get started.

It was mostly the other things. I could have forced an opportunity if I'd really tried.

Man, I'm rambling. I blame the hot blonde girl who just finished dancing on the platform thingy in front of me.

Anyway.

It seems to me that most relationships end.

This is relevant because...

I'm having a tough time coming up with words. Damn you hot blonde dancing girl!

It's relevant because, chance are, one particular relationship will end at some point.

Well, this entry just isn't going to let itself be written. I'm trying to be cryptic here, and I guess it's working because I'm not even making sense to myself.

So instead, I'll write an email to RockGirl. I don't have to be cryptic with her.

I'll write to her, and I'll tell her what I'm afraid of.

And she'll read it, and she'll respond that I'll do what's right because that's the kind of person I am.

And I'll read her words, and then maybe I'll be a little less afraid.