Hung out with a friend today, after a lot of "...weeeell, I think I can hang out..." on her part. I felt very ambivalent about going after that. But we ended up going to this sandcastle competition at the beach. There were so many people there, it was so uncomfortable. Then after an hour she had to go back home.

Sadly, I think we're going to drift apart. I'm not being pessimistic, just honest. It's happened a lot to me in my life, y'know, fair-weather friends, and now I just kind of expect it. Still, I'm hurt. Can't seem to avoid that.

It's happened so much, I'm starting to think it's not them, it's me. That hurts more.