1. i might have to go to the doctor to have my stomach checked out if it's not better by the end of the week.
2. i don't like doctors, and i don't like the possibility of what they're going to do to me.
3. i'm not your friend anymore, and that's okay.
4. actually, i'm not a lot of people's friend anymore, and that's okay too.
5. what else can i do but keep moving forward?
6. this diary includes fewer and fewer intimate details with every year that passes, and it becomes blatently obvious that i don't want to share my life with just anyone anymore.
7. i share fewer vocal words with some too, and i guess that's okay, because when there's nothing to be said, there's nothing to be said, and there's no sense in forcing something that's not there.
8. you don't care - i don't care - it's one big "i don't quite care-a-thon".