I wonder if she ever did.
I wonder if she'll ever talk to me again . . .
I wonder how it would have been different if I'd found livejournal before that week. I would have written in it, probably, and maybe she would have read it as it happened, and understood . . .
I wonder what I want from life now.
I honestly don't know.
Now, I finish the small bit of packing I have left and fill suitcases . . . by this time tomorrow I'll be in Oberlin again, and by this time the next day I'll be unpacked and back on the 'net. and probably asleep, seeing as how it's 6 AM there.
life continues, it just hurts.